What a gorgeous day for working The Acres. Finished up most all of the
"big" projects just in time for Indian Summer. Seventy degrees next
week? Ohioing again. Finished up the pot hole bunkers--now I have to
wait until spring to see if it was a good idea or not. I'm honestly not
terribly worried--my two earlier ones seem to have done well last
winter--vortex and all. Redid parts of a couple beds as well. It's all
about the iris, of course. We haven't had a frost yet so I still
have plenty of blooms. The indefatigable phlox are still busy. Some
flowers have decided to go another round--cone flowers in particular.
Still have the morning glory--and the annuals. The wandering Jew just
bloomed--my favorite blue. Electric. And the monks hood are fabulous.
Tall, deep blue, spreading. May their tribe increase. The wild area by
now is just green. I still love it. In the evening when the sun is
setting, the green throne is a magnificent place. The changing sky. The
darkening. The evening breeze. The emergence of the stars. A sliver of
moon. The bats busy--flying shadows in the deepening gloom. One of these
nights I'll just sleep out there. Let the owls serenade me. A mellow,
echoing lullaby.
Had a former student drop by this evening. That was enjoyable. Had a nice chat. Walked The Acres--gave a tour. Two humans do not make a crowd at The Acres. And The Homesteader gave her seal of approval.
I still have small things that need to be done, but they are things I
can manage all winter if need be. Ten minutes here. Ten minutes there.
Builds the anticipation. The gold fish are still active, so maybe,
winter is a little way off. I wonder if gold fish in a pond are part of
the FA's dire predictions? Should be.
The Homesteader is delighted
with all the plants that have been brought inside for the winter. Pots
to climb on. Plants to chew on. Leaves to swat. Occasionally a bug slips
in with the foliage. Makes a nice snack--supplements her diet. She has
let it be known in no uncertain terms that when the sun is shining on
the green chair in the library/bedroom--the seat is hers. I imagine that
that must be where she spends her afternoons when I'm off at school
making enough money to keep her in cat food.
Weekends at The Acres.
Restoration for my old soul. Thank you Lord for the perfect place to be
still--even while working. Stillness is a heart and soul thing you know.
You can be still before Him anywhere. I can't think of anything more
enriching than a life of stillness. We would know Him so much more
deeply if we practiced it on a daily basis--on an hourly basis. Practice
His presence.
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