After his bath, he took refuge in the softness of the sweet woodruff. It took awhile for him to forgive me.
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I work in the garden all morning; I water, deadhead and pick two tiny tomatoes. I also see the snake. Later we hang the new photos, I had printed, on the wall. We end up moving things around a bit until I find an arrangement that I like. He is patient with me, knowing how I am often undecided just where I want things to land. The heat keeps me inside with a new book until early evening, when I wander out to see if the squirrel, Baker chased up a tree, had made it down.
He did…
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The miracle is this: that you will rise in the morning and be able to see again the startling beauty of the day.”
~ William Kent Krueger, Ordinary Grace
The weather is perfect; the sun is out and I swear I can sit back and actually see the veggies growing. The lake glitters in the distance, while the flowers bloom in every corner of the yard. It is indeed the start, of a beautiful day.
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Some simple moments from my day . . .
my morning latte, a trip to Joe’s to buy fresh produce
my basket full of beautiful onions, snap peas, carrots tomatoes and strawberries
and homemade strawberry syrup for cocktails and mocktails
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“June is the time for being in the world in new ways, for throwing off the cold and dark spots of life.”
— Joan D. Chittister
We quietly celebrate 48 years of marriage. He starts refinishing the dining room table while I harvest the first lettuce from the garden. I practice saying no, and spend time looking for trolls with Percy. We all sign up for the summer reading program and hug a tree. The weather plays havoc with my mood, and some miner heath issues pop up. I miss old friends. The flowers in the garden, and cuddles with the dog, save me more than once.
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