What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Monday, July 20, 2009

Summer thrills

I plum forgot about last week's Foto Friday. I apologize.
But you see, I found myself too busy enjoying....

:: a visit with Opa dear, every one a gift

:: discovering a couple wild peppermint plants (how'd they get THERE?) and ample spearmint

:: a colander as a permanent fixture in the sink, for rinsing our daily harvests

:: our own little watering hole

:: bunches of thyme, oregano, cilantro, mint, basil, and dill draping from blue ribbon across sunlit windows

:: hands comfortable with one another, and comforting

:: a book so good, husband and I read each other excerpts, tickling heart spots and stirring fond recollections

:: after dinner treks down the hill, through the stinging needle, over the creekbed stones and past the bear prints to the blackcap bushes~where we find our dessert. (The one time we return with gathering baskets empty, but bellies full)

:: finding moments, though brief to saturate in words

:: garden admiring

:: wearing bits of sky

:: gathering baskets for all, returning home from adventures and explorations positively heaping

:: Papa mirror; a boy too ready to be a man

:: daily harvests

:: wildflowers abundant, vases everywhere

:: bits of edible gold

:: patio breakfasts of french toast with cool breezes to drink up and creek sounds to flavor, still in pj's

:: the loudness of nighttime, as the nightowls come to prance and play

:: the QUIET of power outtages

His many gifts, if only we notice.
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