Late summer days

A new kind of a breeze is running through the garden these days.  It's cool, and light, and it's lifting leaves and spreading petals everywhere. Temperatures have dropped, and my soul can already hear the voices of the new season calling my name.

I so love those slow hours of the tired summer spent in the garden. The days are polished with morning haze, and nights are turning chilly and the insects have gone to sleep early.  I wish I could retain theses moments and days forevermore in my heart, so I can later come back to them and bask in this joy...

The garden is slowing down too, but it still is much alive, and the hummingbird couples that live here are a charming playful little thing to watch... going from flower to flower wherever they see red.  The elephant ear plants have been growing, growing... growing to Jurassic plant sizes.  Whenever I go by them I can almost feel the ground trembling under the feet of those enormous brachiosaurus and diplodocus that must live somewhere deep down in my woods.

Yesterday, one of my Paradise rose bushes bloomed overnight. 

I cut its jewels, and made a lovely bouquet. 

I love this tarnished vase. It is a wide-mouth and I can fill it with lots of roses and any other combination of prettiness found in the garden... flowers, herbs, branches and more.  

Every hour at the little white cottage bestow it's own magic and beauty.  At 9:00am the living room and master bedroom get bathed in golden globules of sunshine and magic.  Everything there is a game of light and shadows, and wherever I look there's magic, and whatever I see I love.  Then at 2:00pm is the peaceful front porch where I would sit down and wait for the yellow school bus to go up the hill while I wave at every little boy and girl that never wave back, or even see me, but I still do...  at 5:00pm, it is the back garden towards where the woods meets the garden, or where the garden ends and the woods takes over.  It is flooded with light.  Mellow, ochre light and peacefulness and twinkling light among branches and leaves.  It truly is a magical place at that time of the day, and I cannot love my little world any more than I already do.      

I am praying-praying-praying and hoping that this beast of Hurricane Irma will move away far-far-far way and drop dead into the ocean away from all my FL friends and blog readers and people from everywhere and my dear ones who are all bundled up together at my sister', hoping and praying too. Such precarious days our entire world is living these days... more evidence that Jesus will soon return!

Take care, and be safe!