Sitting in my garden today, under the most glorious of skies, \u00a0golden sunshine warming my skin, savouring the sounds of late summer days. \u00a0It is wonderfully quiet here today. \u00a0The gentle whir of the air conditioner seems to be harmonizing with the rattle and hum of the cicadas, as the crickets chime in to join the chorus with their chirping.<\/p>\n
A soft flutter of wings over head and a delightful little peep let’s me know that my wee Downy Woodpecker has dropped in for a visit. \u00a0No ‘outside’ sounds intrude, except off in the distance. \u00a0I am serenely blessed by the sounds of nature, as the sun draws me out into beauty.<\/p>\n
We have just received the news that another loved one has passed. \u00a0My husband’s Aunt Gladys. \u00a0As I take in the news and think about her daughter, \u00a0dear Andrea and grandchildren, \u00a0I slowly wander out to the pond. \u00a0Often my thinking spot, more often my ‘clearing it all out’ \u00a0spot.
\nIt is beautifully still, the pond, \u00a0 but of course not so. \u00a0I watch as the bright orange and reds of the fish swiftly dart past. Followed closely by my favourite guy – a mottled pale orange and blackish fellow whose movements are more stealth and seemingly more graceful, difficult to see without really looking. \u00a0The duckweed has finally cleared, opening the surface of the pond to breathe once again. \u00a0Most of the tadpoles have now moved out, in a mass exodus of tiny toads off into the wild blue yonders. \u00a0Yet there are still several tadpoles to be seen, \u00a0late bloomers perhaps, keeping me connected with their movements.<\/p>\n
I walk around to a corner of the yard where I can see us, in the sunshine, just over there – we are sitting with Aunt Gladys in the garden. \u00a0My children are quite small, not even sure if all four of them are present, or at what stages of life they are in. \u00a0As the early years of busy young motherhood tend to blur together. \u00a0I do remember us sitting, \u00a0(funny how those few times still stand out!) \u00a0in the garden with Aunt Gladys. \u00a0Probably her only visit to our home. \u00a0She was always such a lovely, kind, giving, intelligent woman. \u00a0Who made a wonderful impression on me with her kind spirit and just how loving she was with my babies, each time she was introduced to yet another. \u00a0She continued always to keep a connection with us and she instantly occupied a very special sacred space in my heart.<\/p>\n
I have been lamenting a bit \u00a0the passing of seasons. \u00a0 Looking around, \u00a0of course there is still so much beauty to be found here. Many flowers are still in bloom. \u00a0Ensuring the steady display of wonder and anticipation of the many birds and bees and butterflies who travel through and continue to bless my sanctuary with their \u00a0graceful presence. \u00a0The apple tree now looking particularly abundant practically glows as she knows how much I do admire and appreciate her bountiful offering. \u00a0Milkweed pods are beginning to swell, working themselves up to bursting time when they are finally ready to fly.<\/p>\n
Back in my chair, as I write this a playful breeze makes the Black-eyed Susan beside me bob and sway and gently come to rest on my shoulder. \u00a0As I turn my face, it delicately brushes my cheek. \u00a0A tiny black and yellow ladybug lands on the tip of my finger, before spreading it wings and flying off. \u00a0 Instead of sorrowful tears, I am graced with a smile.<\/p>\n
I feel blessed to have been here with you Aunt Gladys, in my garden, and today to be visiting here with you again, \u00a0in some way,<\/p>\n
in my garden, in my heart, in sunshine, \u00a0in beautiful moments and memories and in all the places of our lives, you will remain, with Love and Gratitude. \u00a0\u2665<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Sitting in my garden today, under the most glorious of skies, \u00a0golden sunshine warming my skin, savouring the sounds of late summer days. \u00a0It is wonderfully quiet here today. \u00a0The gentle whir of the air conditioner seems to be harmonizing…
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