Summer can bring a frenzy of activity like the hummingbirds with their multiple flights to the sugar-water feeders. Dean is filling those feeders with his homemade recipe every 7 – 8 days. The finches and sparrows are the same with the suet blocks we put out. Fattening up, those birds of song. Summer blooms and songs all around. I read about blackberries, bees, and honey. I sit, observing from our cottage’s windows, taking it all in this week while recovering from COVID. This morning, I am feeling well enough to walk outside in the midst of the sights and sounds. Sunday’s sermon will be given courtesy of Mother’s Nature. The biscuit & gravy chef made a plate for me this morning. My last day of quarantine will be a beautiful one. How blessed I am.
While the rains water and the sun warm the earth, this is what the heart knows as the summer blooms: it is good to sit awhile to reflect and pray. I pray for my children and grandchildren. My disabled daughter who lost their house in a fire 1-1/2 years ago is living in a huge travel trailer on her husband’s family farm. Not quite the 3-bedroom house they were accustomed to. A final insurance settlement is almost completed. “Please God not another day of delay for them and give them wisdom on the best ways to spend these provisions.” My other daughter who fought and beat breast cancer in her early 30’s still struggles with brain fog after treatments. “Please God, clear her thoughts to see the next steps to take and the fortitude to walk those steps.” My son, who struggles with mental health challenges, like so many of us do. “Please God bring clarity and assurance of Your love for him. and each of us”
Take a walk in your neighborhood gardens and snap some green beans with your grandma today. I guarantee you will feel better.
Sweet Berry Kisses
Off to the blueberry bushes and blackberry brambles I am sent,
into the strawberry patch squishing overripe berries between my toes.
A painter’s palette smeared like rouge onto my cheeks
and all phalanges match my berry-stained face, lips, and tongue.
These delicious delectables satisfy my tummy’s rumbles
while the morning’s sun seals the sweet berry kisses to my lips.
Picking berries, berries, and more berries is my morning chore,
so, most make their way into Auntie’s heavy handled shiny bucket.
Pies, crisps, cobblers, buckles, and biscuits smothered with berry jams,
these Auntie anticipations as she twiddles her thumbs awaiting.
Down the garden path Auntie comes with a rabbit behind and bees a buzzing,
to lend a hand at picking plump berries into her long-handled metal pan.
Before noon into her kitchen baking oozing, finger-licking berry hand pies;
Oh, these juicy jewels create the sweetest berry kisses to my lips.
Anna Gall
May 4, 2024
rns have greened very nicely and have grown larger over the fairly mild summer. These ferns grow like bushes in warmer climates like Texas and California. They are very sensitive to cold breezes, so another project before the cold sets in. Next weekend I will transplant the two largest hanging pots of asparagus fern into a large ceramic pot before bringing it into the warmth of home. The r
emaining four hanging pots and smaller seedlings will continue to grow under the plant lights over winter. The little berries are easily sprouted in moist soil for more seedlings. We have plenty, and always willing to share our surplus. Deanna Greens And Garden Art continues to evolve..
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