Tis a time for more resting than doing
And it is unusual for me to give into the slower pace
But give in I must.
The rain garden project awaits an instructor’s touch
While our own landscape decides if bushes or an Amilsh “mini garage”
Will grace the outer banks of our bedroom.
Shall I attempt to rip out the red twig dogwoods,
My fav in garden beds here and the ‘burbs of Chicago
That don’t really like their sunny home but delight the view out the bedroom window til late summer?
The dog days of hot weather have sapped my zest for projects, most anything green
Or maybe it’s from having to stay home when hubby got to go without me
To his National paddling competition afar; yeah I was too tired to even go.
Yeah, I’m kinda down about all the failures these past 2 months —
Alas the Lord spoke to my heart; now maybe they shall give rise to something better for me?
The times in between the hills n valleys can bring a fresh new look
If I but heed the call to slow things down a bit, to rest
There are but a few tic zips here and there so I do believe something is going right at last!
Thank you Lord for seeing me through to this day
For allowing me to pass through the fiery tests, the times of despair, and hopelessness too
I may even get to go paddle locally tomorrow with my beloved River Bear. Now won’t that just be saweet if I do? JJ