Awake to find
just me and the cat again this morning. A holiday weekend, affords one more glorious lie in before the work week starts. Unfortunately for my husband, a holiday weekend means work, and then work , and then tragic news for some friends of a co-worker of his, means more work.
So, I am to coffee alone, with no one here to offer a second cup, just before I am empty. Too many days without him and I do start to feel a little empty. Although, the wonderful thing is, his being away allows me to send him love notes during the day, and for him to warm my heart and make me blush from afar.
The day itself begins in beautiful sunshine, skies of blue and a gentle breeze. As we have had a few cooler nights of late, I take my morning coffee inside … to my chair and my book. The wonderful scent of freshness comes through the window, as well as the cardinal’s morning greeting and quite quickly I am wondering why I am sat indoors, on such a day as this!?!
The hummingbirds have been visiting in abundance. The trumpet vine practically glows in her beauty, relishing the activity that surrounds. I have so far been foiled in my desperate attempts to capture just one picture of these lovely little fellows, as we are hampered both by my very unsteady hands, as well as the constant dart and dash of rapidly moving wings. Yesterday, I resigned myself to surrender this hope, and to just enjoy watching and admiring. Almost anywhere I am in the house or yard, and I can hear that tiny peep, I stop, “oh, I say, that’s the hummingbirds” and off I go to marvel!
Now, just this morning I have managed to snap a couple of shots, of these flutters of my heart.
Makes me wonder to myself, does everyone marvel at these tiny visitors when they show up, or do they even stop to notice? It would be such a shame to miss these glimpses of beauty.
At the pond, I admire the ‘looking glass’ clear water and watch the snails as they swirl. I haven’t seen the frogs for a few days, maybe the cool nights have them seeking out their wintering over home. I step over some discarded hyacinths lying just on the edge, for a better view of the far side. Suddenly there is a loud pop! – where I have stepped on one of the stems, and I am like a child with bubble wrap!
Then I see Little Frog, sitting very quietly on a lily pad watching. As I do not wish to disturb him, I cease my silliness, to say ‘Hello’ and resume pond gazing respectfully.
The loveliest little lily pad is sitting in the sunshine, just big enough to hold a glistening teardrop of water,
and to this,
I smile.
The gardens now appear sort of overgrown and wandering, of course this can also be when they hold the most precious part in my heart. They have served up so much beauty and delight and now they seem quite content to just be.. as they are.
The geese I believe, have flipped their calendar page at precisely the same time as me, come September 1st, they began flying over early evening, honking all the way. It begins a fall-ish kind of sound, but I’m not having it just yet, and I tell them so. ‘Only practice they say … time will come.’
Yes, time will come … I am to my savouring. Trying to stave off those ‘September feelings’ that come with all the talk of back to school. Only one of my flock has actually returned to school this fall. One just finished, awaits graduation and is next off to another internship at TIFF!! And the girls, one savouring a bit of ‘freedom’ I think, and one still searching …. I certainly know these feelings and try as I can to always offer Love and support and .. …. spaces to breathe.
Savouring,
fluttering
and stillness,
knowing and wandering,
seeing and feeling,
capturing, and
releasing …
and Beauty
and Wonder
and
Gratitude
and
Love
and yes,
Septembering … ♥