Our summer roses are in bloom. We are enjoying this rose bush that was planted decades ago, was here when we moved in, and has required nothing from us but a good pruning twice a year. It smells divine, as a rose should, not like roses you buy at a store, and reminds me of the old man who lived across the street when I was a little girl. He would give me beautiful roses that smelled like heaven. I’m sure St. Therese would agree!
Enjoying mojitos made from fresh mint in our garden while watching baby girl splash in her pool on a quiet summer afternoon. Having the woods back up to our yard makes life grand. Bird songs, frogs, and crickets. Yes, please!
We are also enjoying fresh produce from my father’s garden that makes the tastebuds sing. How wonderful to have delicious tasting tomatoes and cucumbers as opposed to the sterile offerings of the grocery store. I made this summer corn salad from Taste of Home, a favorite!
Baby Girl’s laughter as Daddy squirted her with the hose! E has discovered the water, and she loves it! Wawa, wawa, wawa. I hear it all day long! I ask her if she is a baby; she answers with an emphatic “NO!” “Well, are you a little girl?” “No, no, no.” So then I take another route, “Are you a big girl?” She looks at me like I am crazy: “No.” “Well, what are you then?” MONKEY SOUNDS. Yes, Baby Girl is a monkey.
The seeds I believed would never come up have sprouted. In fact, they were coming up a day and a half after they were planted! I couldn’t believe my eyes. I’m taking this as a sign from God and a metaphor for life. My husband and I have planted seeds, are trusting in God, and something will come from it all. God has a plan for us if we trust in Him and have hope. He will provide.