On Love

It's odd, but this time what I went through was a double thing, two strands twisted together of black and gold. There was the bad thing, fear and darkness pressing in, and there was the glad singing of love, the "Yes I will" that is my song. I had not known before that love is obedience. You want to love, and you can't, and all the time love is not some marvelous thing that you feel but some hard thing that you do. And this way is easier because with God's help you can command your will when you can't command your feelings. With us, feelings seem to be important, but He doesn't appear to agree with us. 

~from The Scent of Water,

by Elizabeth Goudge

Delphinium by the Kitchen Sink

Poor Miss Posy was quite devastated when a spike of her delphinium was snapped off in the high winds. But as I told her, we have been able to enjoy it even more than we did when it was outside. Right here by the kitchen sink. 

Tire~Swing Twosome

Little Lady......

....when did you get so big?

Rain

I had to open all the windows wide, where the rain wouldn't come in, so we could hear it.

Smell it.

The perfect way to begin the last day of this week.

The last day of school! (I feel so free!!!)

The last day I am thirty-three!

The last day (I hope) of recovery from the worst stomach flu our family has dealt with yet!

My goals today are simple:

-make a big batch of play-dough for Blue; 

he's been very patient

(and persistent;)

-bake an angel food cake to enjoy tonight 

along with Boot's first real harvest 

of strawberries.

-fill and hang out my hummingbird feeders.

( They are back! One greeted me by the front door a few days ago 

and then this morning, from his spot-of-convalescence on the couch,

Big Brother watched one hovering right above the window!)

Well, I should go get to it! 

:)  

Sunset Over the Field......

And through our small orchard.

Dramatic Skies.....

........have served as the backdrop to an old battered quilt that I hung out on the line this afternoon.

The rush of wind and whispering of leaves, have been sounding through our barely-opened windows ( ~brrrr! It's chilly!)  and magnificent clouds, fluffy white, dark and glowering, have been racing above all day.

But no rain.

And the flowers need it.

My alluim are all done now. 

They remind me of the big huge fireworks over the park on the Fourth of July.

I do still have a few irises.

And my columbine are running riot among my lilies, in spite of the lack of rain!

I do miss the little lily of the valley,and their fragrant little bells!

Such a pleasure to weed around and walk past.

They have long since faded, as a true May-flower should.

And so many peonies this year!

I only took a picture of the whites , but Miss Posy and I filled vases full of pinks and crimsons as well.  The house has been filled with their perfume.

And the bushes are still loaded!!!!

God was so good to make so many beautiful flowers.

I feel so blessed to be able to enjoy as many of them as I do!