Simple Summer

flowers in AugustI’m sitting outside on the back porch, while Merry, the cat – a poor injured stray we saved – is sitting at my feet doing what cats do…resting and checking out the world whenever the mood hits. The pine trees are swaying in a gentle breeze while white, fluffy clouds sail serenely overhead.  We’ve had a lot of rain lately, so everything is green and gorgeous. A red rose in a nearby pot practically glows against the backdrop of pine trees. Various summer flowers bloom in their summertime brilliance. Flies and bees and a little jumping spider have also made an appearance. The chicks, still in the brooder house waiting for their outdoor pen to dry are running about, trying their wings as they learn that the ground cannot hold them bound.

The awesome beauty of this summer day, the chirping multitude: sparrows, red-wing blackbirds, robins, cardinals, and cooing doves, the laughter of young children at play, the haunting melody played by one of the girls at the piano, rustling waves of breezes cascading over the fields of corn and beans all work together, creating a pallet of beauty that any artist would envy.

When I considered what to write in my blog today, no words would come.  Yet as I sit here, surrounded by simple summer, I find I do not need words…just eyes and ears and a willing heart to believe that this is real.

When the winter winds blow, the sky is laden with grey clouds and the birds silenced in their nests, I will remember this day. The yellow buttercups, the red rose, the buzzing bees will live on in my heart and imagination. Even in my dreams, I will remember that such a day existed and no matter the clouds, the cold and the barren waste of winter, summer will yet live.

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