A Love Affair

It is worth mentioning that as I type this post, a crow is standing on the pitch of my roof and tap, tap, tapping away.  His perseverance to open the nut that he is working on will hopefully result in his reward for a nibble for breakfast.

Nature.

Sweet.

Beautiful.

Precious.

Tender.

An affair of the heart.

The yellow butterflies, dragon flies, large black bumble bees, hummingbirds, doves, the crows, the fat blue jay that takes afternoon dips in the bird bath…..all special visitors to our yard.  The other day two orange dragon flies came for a visit.  One landed atop a lamp base that I was working on in the backyard, the other landed atop a garden finial.  The one on the lamp base stayed there for the longest time and watched me as I worked on items near his perch.  It was the strangest thing, but I was able to be nose to nose with him and he allowed me to touch him.  Such trust.  My husband watched in amazement as I spoke to my bug guest.  We were equally surprised that he didn’t fly away.  Later he, and his partner, flew off together. Hopefully they enjoyed their stay and will come back again.

These tender moments are blessings from Heaven, from our Father who loves to bring us snippets of joy to our days.  He knows our heart, he knows when we need a smile to land on our face.  I imagine that he smiles back as he watches us take notice of his love and grace.  Ahhh, such fatherly love. 

I praise you, dear Father, for all you do.  Tears well up in my eyes with my love for you.

Another love affair of mine are my mop top hydrangeas.  This year they seem to be larger than last year.  Big billowy blooms that fill up one corner of our yard. 

Our weather is to be a scorcher this week (106 for a week!), so I decided to cut off some of the mops that were starting to fade from bright pink to a softer shade of green and pink.  Also spared were some of my Double Delight roses, as shown in the first picture.

Let me “point” out to you the faded beauty…a Peter Pan moment….this is me with my lost shadow.  :)

Drying now are my buckets of mop tops that will eventually be tucked here and there inside – some boxed up till Christmas so that they can be tucked in a tree.  One of my favorite things to do with them is to set them in a primitive dough bowl or tuck them in to silver plate trophies that are of varying height and sizes.  (To dry the mops, I simply stick them in a bucket -no water- and let them dry standing up.)

My Peter Pan shadow and I bid you adieu. 

Till next time….