The grass grows long and wan now, intermingled with fallen willow leaves, awaiting one last cutting before winter…
And I lounge beneath the willows dappled shade restless with not knowing how best to spend this perfect and perhaps last summer’s day—read? write? nap? think deep and sentimental thoughts of summer’s passing…
I do a bit of each on the way to realizing that what I most want to do is just be present and still in this moment, unfettered by what I should do, could do, might do or ought perhaps to do…
Yes, this is what Sunday is for– celebrating the need to do nothing but revel in what God has already done.
Thank-you Lord…
For the dapple of light filtering through long willow fronds,
the brilliant nasturtium and marigold faces just beyond.
For this gentle breath of wind and last summer’s warmth of sun on skin.
It’s all so delectable, so restful, so…GOOD.
Sunflowers hang their heads like weary sentinels; They are heavy with seed for passing birds…
And I listen to birdsong in the quiet wake of neighborhood lawn mowing now ceased,
as autumn steals softly in with this day of benediction for all the goodness of summer.
–LS
“And the earth brought forth grass, and herb yielding seed after his kind, and the tree yielding fruit, whose seed was in itself, after his kind: and God saw that it was good.” Gen.1:12
“All your works shall give thanks to you, O LORD, and all your saints shall bless you.” Ps.145:10
