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Monthly Archives: September 2016
Pianissimo
If you get…

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1246. If we were but conscious of our own utter littleness, we would not dare look with contempt on the smallest atom in the world. ~Charles Lanman
Clouds of insects danced and buzzed in the sunlight,
and the air was full of the piping of the song-birds.
Long glinting dragon-flies shot across the path, or hung
tremulous with gauzy wings and gleaming bodies.
~Edited excerpt from Arthur Conan Doyle

Did you know that there’s always a party going on in a backyard. Yes, indeed there is, and the guests frolic on their flooring, the ground, and under the “coffered ceiling” of the sky. Some even “boogie down” underground; thus a lawn, not just the grass, is alive. And the world out there is filled with beasties that buzz, tweet, squawk, flutter, scurry, build, dance, burrow, hoot, chase, pounce, and soar among other things. Not only that but the party goes on 24/7. If you don’t believe me, just step outside sometime, take a look around, and listen.

Depending upon the season and time of day or night, you might hear a chorus of amphibians, insects a buzzin’, and birds a callin’ or a singin’ or a drummin’. And those noisy birds, for example, just might be a gatherin’ nesting materials, or a feedin’ on berries or insects, or a splashin’ around in a birdbath. Whilst the birds are doing their things, the butterflies and bees might be a fluttterin’ about and a sippin’ on the nectars in flowers. If not that, then you might find a “hophopper” a chowin’ down on a tasty leaf or a dragonfly a skimmin’ across a surface of water. Or you might even find something exotic like my friend in the photos above a lookin’ back at you and gettin’ perturbed because you’re too close to its perch, so close in fact that it raises an arm of warning to scold you. When I find a praying mantis like this one, they are often on a rose bush which is where I found this one. Well actually it was on the trellis where the rose was, but I think he’d made his way from the rose over to it in hopes he could scare off dusk’s unwanted interloper.

For who scorns the day of small things. ~Excerpt from Zechariah 4:10 ✝
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Ten ways to…

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Behind my pretty…
This is so very true of people, men and women alike. And they don’t need us to be judgmental about that which we have no knowledge nor have any way of knowing what life is like for them. What they do need is our kindness and compassion and love.

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The earth is filled with your love, Lord; teach me your decrees. ~Psalm 119:64 ✝
Some days there…

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By all these lovely tokens September days are here.
What an amazing photograph! It truly is a beautiful epitome of an autumn ballet!

“By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather
And autumn’s best of cheer.”
~ Helen Hunt Jackson
~ Image “Autumn Ballet” by Jacky Parker
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In the silence…

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1245. The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper. ~Eden Phillpotts
One who not merely beholds the outward shows of things,
but catches a glimpse of the soul that looks out of them,
whose garment and revelation they are–if he be such, I say,
he will stand, for more than a moment, speechless with something
akin to that which made the morning stars sing together.
~George MacDonald

A new day woke to dawn’s sweet song
Winged creatures warbled to rejoice
Sunlight chased the night shadows long
Blue skies bow as day’s colors hoist
Hued symphony of the new dawn’s might
Winged creatures warbled to rejoice
Nature’s perfection in our sight
Creation gives salutations
Hued symphony of new dawn’s might
Rivers and streams sang oblations
Watery praises raised on high
Creation gives salutations
The sun marched across the sky
A glittering parade in stride
Watery praises raised on high
The light grew stronger as the night died
A new day woke to Dawn’s sweet song
A glittering parade in stride
Sunlight chased the night shadows long.
~A terzanelle by Kristen
Wake up, my soul! Wake up, harp and lyre! I will wake up the dawn. ~Psalm 57:8 ✝