The heat is ferocious–late July and early August heat. Bearing down and smashing one into the ground. Still I’ll take it any day over the long, dark, cold, and dreary days of winter.
Years ago I saw these beautiful flowers growing in my Mother-in-law’s yard. She was ripping them out and tossing them in the trash heap.
“Oh, what are those beautiful plants”? I asked her.
“Scotch Bluebonnets”, she replied. “You don’t want them, they spread like weeds.”
“Oh, but I do! May I have a couple of shovel fulls to plant in me yard?” I replied with shinning eyes!
“Honestly you will NOT want these things” she said in disgust, as she put two shovel full of starts in a cardboard box for me.
I hugged the box to my chest and placed it very carefully in the trunk of the car. “Thank you!” I cried. “I’m sure I will love them.”
“Don’t thank me”, she very tiredly replied. “I guarantee you will not like them, in the long run.”
I can assure you, many, many, years later…SHE WAS RIGHT! I do NOT want these invasive weeds masquerading as flowers. Horrid plants! Just HORRID! They are everywhere in my yard, in the grass on the lawn, in every flowerbed, along side the ditches—-ugh!
Every morning the earth, the sky, and the air seem so fresh and alive. If one stands still surrounded by the chirps and chitters of all the birds; stands outside and is very still. Still in the mind, not just the body, still so your soul can hear—the voice of the earth will speak loud and clear.
It seems that the rocks and the trees and even the soil underneath your feet is waking refreshed and eager to start the day.
As the day ends and night creeps along our mesa; lengthening it’s way toward the west; I can sometimes feel the sweet song of bedtime flowing down deep within the earth.
Today is Sunday. Today we only do those things that MUST be done…today we rest and enjoy the fruits of the past week, preparing for the new week.
I hope each and everyone of you have a good Sunday, my friends!
Your friend on a western Colorado Farm