Our garden is a haven for hummingbirds.
An all-day diner offering a smorgasbord of favorite foods…
There is no need to squabble –
mosquitos, gnats, flies, and aphids abound when a protein craving strikes.
Trees provide cover and shade and safe nesting sites.
Convenient way stations provide an opportunity to eat while sitting! Now that’s energy saving.
It doesn’t take all that much to help creatures thrive.
A place to heal,
and thrive –
“God made all the creatures and gave them our love and our fear,
To give sign, we and they are His children, one family here.”
~ Robert Browning
The sun is red.
The skies are grey with ash and smoke.
An eerie orange tint colors the fields.
Everyone is hunkered down…
and holding their breath.
Praying for those affected by the fires – and the brave, weary firefighters who stand between the blazing monsters and so many more.
Climate change coming?
Given that our Memorial Garden was under water just a week ago, I was surprised and amazed to find it beginning to bud and bloom.
It seems impossible that the bulbs, plants and trees survived submersion for so long and still pushed forward to beckon spring.
Mother Nature is nothing if not persistent. She has her limits, mind you, but a plant’s purpose is to go forth and produce the leaves from which it feeds and seeds it sows to ensure its future.
“The greatest oak was once a little nut who held its ground.” ~ Author Unknown
Nature finds a way.
It’s an important reminder. When obstacles block our path and threaten what we believe to be right, fair, and true to our purpose – like nature – we need to adapt until we find our way beyond the barrier.
It means taking collective and personal responsibility, even when the going is tough.
It means standing up for what is right.
Life is full of impediments and hurdles – persistence and personal responsibility are the tools required to clear them.
“You cannot change the circumstances, the seasons, or the wind, but you can change yourself.” ~ Jim Rohn
We can find a way.
At 10PM, it is still sweltering. The air thick and stifling. Our beloved Delta Breeze has abandoned us. Nothing moves unless it has to. These are the dog days of summer. The sunflower droops,
The Dahlia says “these puny petals are all that I can muster.”
The bees do their work as early as possible in the day,
And everyone would rather perch than fly.
But give a dog a little pool,
Or puppies a spray of water,
And somehow they find a way.
A few more days of century-plus weather.
Nothing to do but wait it out – and pine for it next winter.
“The magic fades too fast
the scent of summer never lasts…”
― Sanober Khan