Today at Iten's Acres:
Began with an early morning amble. Dewy grass; sunshine turning the
meadow into a sparkling sheen. Am I walking on a cloud? Ah, no. Blue sky
above me punctuated with cloud puffs moving slowly, looking for
company. The swallows are about. Field sparrows busy being watched by
God. Song sparrows bragging. Robins trying to drown them out. A cat bird
on the very top of a dead tree
practicing his mewing. Met the doe for the first time this summer; Twins
again. She checks me out. Leaps through the brush and into Aaron's
pines. The twins, curious, stutter their way after her--eventually.
Strangest thing. A small fox squirrel--okay, they're all
small--scampered away from me and went down the muskrat hole. I suppose
the "rat" has moved on. Are they vegans? Anyway the squirrel is moving
down in this world. I sat on the green throne for awhile to embrace the
stillness of the wild area. Lovely breeze this morning. Another
singularity. Here I repose surrounded by white clover, and there is only
one honey bee. Just one. How can that be? Must be too many "goodies"
out here in the country to need the whole hive. They have by the way
returned to The Sentinel. Their old branch is gone, so they've set up
shop in a lower branch. Good for them. And The Acres. They will be out
in force in September when the heath aster are abloom by the literal
thousands. The wild area buzzes then.
Today, the wild area is still
mostly greens. A few day lily here and there--orange, yellow, pink,
purple polka dots here and there. And the blue patches of spiderwort are
still active. A patch or two of black-eyed susans. A patch or three of
bee balm--purples and the white loner. Additional whites--Queen Anne's
lace, daisies, yarrow, the clover, of course, Mounds of meadow rose
still--all the shades of pink. Makes for a lovely walk--like strolling
on the Artist's canvas.
As always, you can be anywhere on The Acres
and see His artistry. The day lily are the stars for now. Waiting in the
wings for their cues are the morning glory and gladiolas. They have
just started to "warm up" in the green room for their days to shine.
Purple and soft reds ones are blooming in the bed by the house. (Can't
reds be soft?) The first gladiola started blooming this morning--a rich
deep purple. (I know purple can be rich. I asked Lydia.) This was the
time of year when Mom early in the afternoon would have to be helped out
onto the patio to sit among the container garden in her pink floppy
hat, sunglasses, and swivel chair to enjoy the day and the beauty. The
containers, of course, grow more gorgeous every day. The bed by the
house is luxurious: a couple dozen sun flowers of different types,
dozens and dozens of blue balloon flowers, tall red and even white
coneflowers, a sprinkling of pinkish purple bee balm and hollyhock and
day lily. She loved that bed. (Though she could never remember the name
of the balloon flowers.) And then she could swivel and look at the day
lily bed. It already has a dozen or so different varieties enjoying
their day in the sun. A couple dozen more to come. I'll enjoy the
loveliness for her--enhanced by the rich beauty of memory.
A day
of slow meanderings, a still, quiet rest on the hillside, surround sound
and surround sight beauty, the activity of God's creatures, and
treasured memories--sounds like a "splendiferous" day to me.
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