June has changed it’s tune; rainy cool days have replaced warm sunny days; vacation days have been replaced by days of housework and yard work. I’m not sure how all this happened; next week we celebrate the Fourth of July; I haven’t been to the beach; no tan, unless you count a farmer tan from pulling weeds; the strawberries in May were mediocre; watermelons have not been sweet; I just hope the freestone peaches will bring on the taste of summer … finally. The other day we did have some delicious pole beans steamed with red potatoes, onions, and cornbread cooked on a cookie sheet which makes it extra crispy … just like my husband likes it. Oh, and I took the leftover cornbread, about a cup of corn flakes that were left in the box, put them in the food processor, and sprinkled them atop sliced zucchini, yellow crook-neck squash, and onions; baked with shredded pepper jack cheese adding the zing to another recent meal. Sounds like I’ve been doing a good bit of cooking lately … wrong. I love to cook, I do … and I am a very good cook … I am … but after a winter of being stuck inside, I have been outside as much as possible; that leaves little time for cooking.
I rise just before the sun; I make the coffee and have my first cup on the back deck; just me and our bird children, the squirrels, the chipmunks, the hummingbirds, and the chimney swifts that zoom upwards with their chattering voices. I hear the door creak open and my husband shuffles out to join me; he is not a morning person; a breakfast of catch-what-you-can, or a breakfast I’ve cooked is enjoyed on the front porch. We have a lovely southern swing; we sit there and talk or not … after thirty-two years silence is comfortable. We decide what we’ll do for the day … together, separately, or a combination of the two. The sun makes its way from the backyard to the front yard and late afternoon finds us on the back stone patio enticing Hoover, our pet chipmunk, to eat seeds from my hand. Today I was seated on one of those really low beach chairs; I filled my palm with seeds and held it against my thigh; Hoover and I have reached a milestone; he hopped up into my palm and was totally suspended there; showing his trust in me as I trusted his nibbles wouldn’t bite into my skin; we both survived intact.
Dear Lord, what a wonderful life this is; June hasn’t changed her tune; I’ve changed mine. What could be better than to live in harmony with the flora and fauna that inhabit our immediate environment? Would that I could be so in tune with people. Why is it easier with nature? I don’t know. Could it be that in nature You placed patterns, cycles, balance, and order that naturally fall into place? Is it man who is naturally out of kilter, off-balance, dissonant? I think so. Help me to learn about myself and others as I spend time observing and interacting with the wisdom of Your creatures that instinctively know how to make a nest from tiny pieces of this and that; furry critters that scoot through tunnels dug into the ground, linked with other tunnels, making a network of highways no architect could match; and trapeze artists that flit, flop, and frolic from branch to branch faster than it seems possible; split second decisions in mid-air direct their paths through lanes of lofty leaves.
Nature blesses us all; nature shows us the way, the truth, and the life lived in trust; nature invites us to join the pattern, the cycle, the balance, the order, the unique path chosen for every individual; a path designed in minute detail; lead me, Papa, I long to run, jump, skip, hop, skedaddle, after You! Amen
Jimmie Davis and Charles Mitchell are the credited songwriters of, You Are My Sunshine.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
You make me happy when skies are gray,
You’ll never know dear, how much I love you,
Please don’t take my sunshine away.
If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance. ~Bern Williams
Each fairy breath of summer, as it blows with loveliness, inspires the blushing rose. ~Author Unknown
I only went out for a walk, and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in. ~John Muir, 1913, in Linnie Marsh Wolfe, ed., John of the Mountains: The Unpublished Journals of John Muir
You can’t be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet. ~Hal Borland, Sundial of the Seasons, 1964
Never does nature say one thing and wisdom another. ~Juvenal, Satires
2 Samuel 23:4 Living Bible
He shall be as the light of the morning;
A cloudless sunrise
When the tender grass
Springs forth upon the earth;
As sunshine after rain.
Psalm 113:1-3 The Message
You who serve God, praise God!
Just to speak his name is praise!
Just to remember God is a blessing—
now and tomorrow and always.
From east to west, from dawn to dusk,
keep lifting all your praises to God!