The ambiance and local menu tonight was colorful. My huge kitchen is decorated with vases of our cut flowers and the fireplace mantle is overcome by beautiful blue hydrangeas from my parents’ yard. Dean & I’s dinner plates were filled with roasted spring root veggies and beef farm fresh by friends who allow their cattle to graze in their farm’s natural pastureland. I sit on my patio listening to the evening chatter of the birds and crickets until the summer night sky is dotted with fire flies. I needed some beauty in my life today.
My feline companions bat at the moth and June bug on the patio screen hoping to get a hold of them. Celine and Lily will need to stay inside as the neighborhood Great Horned owl visits our tall backyard maple tree some evenings. This may be one of those evenings. We protect our animals from harm with barriers like screen doors. Maybe similar to how our God sets up boundaries for us. I take in the beauty of our green friends, the plants we care for everyday. Tonight I will not water or trim or plant. I will sit and enjoy the greenery. They endured the sudden hail storm yesterday. Our elephant ear , banana trees, and birds of paradise have ripped leaves now. These plants will come through after some shedding. Is not life like that? We get hammered by hard blows, unwarrantly and needlessly. Yet, we rise again to be ourselves, probably better people for it if we allow. Thank you God for the beauty my eyes behold tonight, and the reminder that the heart heals.


Summer time is here! It is the Memorial Day holiday weekend, and the forecast promises sunhat weather. High 90’s, sunny, & humid, and we are moving our greenhouse! My prayers were for no storms and lightening, but I was not specific about my temperature request. 90% of our plants are moved. Tonight we have more hanging pots to cart to their temporary residence, our backyard! Our neighbors probably think we have flipped or saying “Dean & Anna are flower children for sure!” My grandson exclaimed, “It’s a jungle out there!” I keep wanting to get beyond this move, dreaming of a slower pace, less plants, and more time to care for them. It will come!


