“Be silent or let thy words be worth more than silence.”
Yesterday morning, when I was the garden, I felt something different in the air; the heat of summer is behind us. My tomato harvest is dismal in comparison to prior years and there’s not a dang thing I can do about it.
For all the control I like to think I have, some things are simply beyond my reach. It isn’t a year for tomatoes but my early spring radishes were the best ever. One can’t have everything and why would I want to?
It is in times of want when I learn to appreciate what I have been given. It is in times of trials when I learn the greatest lessons. It is when I learn to let go that I come to take hold of that which is priceless.
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- Open windows; fresh air.
- Maya dreaming.
- Bees in the peppermint.
- A washed floor.
- A long conversation with my daughter.
The heat of the summer is NOT behind us in Florida. Still, much to be thankful for: pedicure tomorrow with my daughter. Three hibiscus ready to pluck near the patio, all crimson – ephemeral but gorgeous!
Sounds like you do, indeed, have much to be thankful for, Marian. We all do, don’t we. I’m somewhat envious of your hot weather, feeling like the best of summer passed us by in a cloud of smoke in which we were forced to stay indoors.