…in the open world it (night) passes lightly,
with its stars and dews and perfumes,
and the hours marked by changes
in the face of Nature.
~Robert Louis Stevenson
This evening sweetly scented perfumes and loud night noises filled the space between heaven and earth. Screeching cricket and cicada choruses rose and fell in unison with the droning engines on the nearby Interstate Highway, and splashes of water in the fountains occasionally added their trickling notes to the developing opus. The day’s winds had slowed but there were still little zephyrs carrying flowery fragrances abroad. Thankfully the day’s high temperatures had lowered as the final remnants of light oozed out of the day taming summer’s heat beast until the morrow’s mid morn when he will again stoke his fires. Early fourth of July revelers were lighting fireworks on the street behind ours, and the soft booms and the quick flashes of light were apparently the cue for barking dogs to join this oddly manned orchestra that was playing “music” through June’s rapidly closing door. Soon God’s lanterns, the stars and waxing moon, were flickering through the trees silhouetted against a deepening indigo sky and creatures, great and small, were beginning to roam, fly, or crawl. Porch lights cast shadowy phantoms over the darkened lawn as the raucous concert played on. Before long the towering trees and the sky merged into a blackened oneness and the din fell into a more subdued humming rhythm. When I rose to come in for the night, I spotted a pearly, luminescent moonflower which I knew would reign as nocturnal queen until tomorrow’s light closed her up and opened the first morning glory to reign on her recently abdicated throne.
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. ~Psalm 19:1-2 ✝
Thank you, Lord Jesus, that you save, you heal, you restore, and you reveal Your Father’s heart to us! You have captured me with grace and I’m caught in Your infinite embrace! Like Saint Hildegard Lord, may I too be a feather on your holy breath and spread, like seeds, the gospel abroad.
Such a beautiful post sweet Natalie!
Why, thank you, Michelle. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Hugs, Natalie 🙂
I saw my first moon flower last summer! I love how you write about all the lovely plants God have is to enjoy! 😄hugs right back to you !
Thank you, Michelle. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Hugs, Natalie 🙂
Oh, this is so beautifully written!! 🙂 and I also love that opening quote!! and of course the flower! I love Robert Louis Stevenson’s book “A child’s garden of verses”, I can almost say that it was that book that inspired my to write children’s poems! 🙂 A lovely post! 🙂 Big hugs to you! ❤
“A Child’s Garden of Verses” was a book I fell in love with early on as well. You and I seem to have a lot in common, Line. I’m so glad you enjoyed my post. Big hugs and blessings to you too. Natalie 🙂
beautiful imagery with lyrical prose—lovely—and obviously I retired a bit early last evening, in order to read a bit, missing out on your posting—until this new day has dawned 🙂
and I was a tad bothered by the results of the ice-cream–a bit icy, not as creamy as I would have preferred—I think my problem is the maker—it’s not old, but not hard core—I need a new one–time for the big guns!!
Your heat is wafting this way as heat indices shall be well into the 100’s—-ugh
happy day and stay cool–
Thanks, Cookie, I’m glad you liked the post. Ya know, I don’t care how bothered you were by the outcome of your peach ice cream, I would have loved it and probably made myself sick eating more and more of it. My guess is that you are an outstanding cook and that even what you consider not so good is outstanding. Yeppers, our area and yours have entered the nasty part of summer. July and August are both endurance months for me. I just try to hang on until autumn draws closer and closer. Hugs and love my friend. Natalie 🙂
Thank you, Raewyn. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Hugs, Natalie 🙂