Oaks of Righteousness

Freshly encouraged by Sunday’s message I went hunting for an oak tree to capture in my mind’s eye.  Oaks are not too common here but up the hill, at the park we dubbed ‘The Green Field’ early on, stands a row of mighty oaks.  They furnish the most darling acorns in late fall.*

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But for now they are carpeting  the green with tawny oak leaves…

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The message was taken from Isaiah 61 describing the work of the Kingdom of God.
Jesus said He came to bring good news to the afflicted,
bind up the broken-hearted,
proclaim liberty to the captives and the opening of the prison to those who are bound. 
He came to proclaim God’s favor,
to comfort those who mourn….giving the oil of gladness instead,
and to exchange the garment of praise for a spirit of heaviness.

Wow!  And what’s the end in view?

That the recipients of His many-faceted mercies ‘may be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified!’  Amazing!  That’s us when Jesus has done His work in our lives! Then we will be able to extend His Kingdom to others (check out the rest of Isaiah 61) For a reminder of His good heart toward me,  I went on a photo hunt.

On the way up the block I found this fledgling–a reminder that growing up is a process.  I’ve been watching it gain ground over the years, slowly but surely.

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Up at The Green Field they are another story–stalwart giants.

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I got to be a ‘tree’ once in a 2nd grade play–the only role for a shy little girl I guess.  So much better to be called an ‘oak of righteousness’–mighty by His power.  I like that!

“I will greatly rejoice in the LORD;
My soul shall exult in my God,
For He has clothed me with the garments of salvation;
He has covered me with the robe of righteousness.”
Isaiah 61:10

–LS

P.S. Darling acorns are compliments of H.M.Barnes

Collecting Color

We’ve had 5 inches of rain already this month, and as the weather gets grayer  there is an urge to savor the color that remains. 

So that’s what I’ve been up to–(and so glad I did it yesterday; today’s all rain and wind!)

 

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This sedum relative is aptly named for the time it breaks into bloom–"Autumn Joy"!

Every year I grow some squash/pumpkin/gourd crosses just for the fun of what they will produce, and just for decoration since one never quite knows if they’re more gourd or more squash. 

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This is the first of the harvest. 

 

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And this little guy wins the smallest pumpkin award!!

 

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Echinacea is easier to grow than to spell, and what a curious bristly head!  Heather is her backdrop and a radiant blushing oregano  her companion…oregano crop

And of course every proper vegetable garden has color besides.  Tonight we shall have our own homegrown salad…

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There’s not a plant of flower below,

But makes Thy glories known;

And clouds arise, and tempests blow

By order from Thy throne;

While all that borrows life from Thee

Is ever in Thy care,

And everywhere that man can be,

Thou, God, art present there.

Amen!

LS

In Honor of Autumn

The sun visited today, perhaps in honor of the first day of autumn…

I struck out for a little hike with some reluctance in my bones. (I’ve gotten ‘creaky’ ever since the return of the rains—Jim says I may make a great barometer yet! Am I that old?!) Today, I drove over to the trailhead to save both Louie and I a few paces. (He’s getting old too.)

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For old times’ sake we took the trail to Little Sliammon Lake. I was thinking as I trudged—it’s been 7 years since I discovered this trail. Back then it was a dark and eerie walk through old forest that blotted out the sun, inciting jumpiness—“What was that?!”.

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Since the latest clear-cutting the trail seems brighter and shorter. It’s been re-routed to skirt the clear-cut so you walk along just inside the edge of the forest overlooking a hillside of giant matchsticks in jumbled piles strewn over a stark wasteland.

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Not too picturesque, but brighter! The bears will love it come spring when the sun spawns new growth of bush and berry. In the meantime this lull between summer’s blooms and autumn’s blazing displays is pretty drab. Even a thistle is welcome color…

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Ahhhh…today we have the lake all to ourselves

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—rippled water dappled with cloud reflections and long silences broken only by raven call, the tremulous cry of a loon, and the whoosh of strong wings passing overhead. A dragonfly zips by on silent surveillance.

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Restless with the stillness, Louie scrambles off to chase a squirrel. Its shrill alarm pierces the quiet. And so I sit on this rustic little dock a spell with no agenda (the camera battery has died with the lily pad shot)—listening to the silence and so commemorating the first day of fall.

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Others have waxed poetic about this interim season. I’ll leave you to enjoy one of my favorites. Enjoy! –LS

“Storing September”

You ask me what I did today.
I could pretend and say,
“I don’t remember.”
But, no, I’ll tell you what I did today—
I stored September.
Sat in the sun and let the sun sink in,
Let all the warmth of it caress my skin.
When winter comes, my skin will still remember
The day I stored September.
And then my eyes—
I filled them with the deepest, bluest skies
And all the traceries of wasps and butterflies.
When winter comes, my eyes will still remember
The day they stored September.
And there was cricket song to fill my ears!
And the taste of grapes
And the deep purple of them!
And asters, like small clumps of sky…
You know how much I love them.
That’s what I did today
And I know why.
Just simply for the love of it,
I stored September.

–Elizabeth B. Rooney
Sample others by this author at:
http://www.brighamfarm.com/september.html