
Glorious Joy in a Seed
The closing bell of summer is ringing. In my garden, it’s the season for harvesting seeds.
The closing bell of summer is ringing. In my garden, it’s the season for harvesting seeds.
Out of my kitchen window, I notice butterflies flitting in and out of the late summer flowers in full bloom. I dash out with my camera in hand to snap a few of these miracles landing here and there, but I’m so distracted by their colors, sizes, and industry, that I can’t concentrate on just one shot!
My twelve-year-old granddaughter has been busy setting the stage, especially her desk, for school to start. We receive face-time calls from her almost every day with a running commentary on the welfare of her two dogs, one illusive cat, and her new favorite pet, a gecko! We savor these phone calls and hope they never end, but who am I kidding?! Teenage years are right around the corner. But I digress!
I learned a new word this week, apophenia, “seeing meaningful patterns in randomness (Webster).”
Summer with all its vacations and visitors passing through is ending. Our thoughts are transitioning to Fall, even though the thermometer says otherwise!
I received the kindest note from a dear friend. She remembered that my sister Chris’ first anniversary of her passing was fast approaching. I want to share her form of remembrance and condolence with you.