July is at an end, fittingly on a full moon Friday
Our daisies are diminishing
The daily day lily explosion
Is all but done
A lone pansy holds on for another day
Happily our squirrels have planted us a few sunflowers!
And the Cypress vines are hitting full stride
This is the season of very hungry hummingbirds
Our hanging baskets are hanging in there, too
Hummers love them, as well
Ms. Pinky is thriving
And being her two-toned self
The ol' gal learned a new trick! She grew her own petunias
Two tones, naturally...
And she has a little friend!
This lady stops by every day
We have a little male, too...he thinks he owns the neighbor's feeders...all of them!
Blue moon, too many people have too little love in their hearts, too much fear, too much anger and pain. As you make your orbit, surely you hear prayers being whispered, wailed, screamed, and many more are silently offered, for grace and peace to descend on us, for hope and healing, for understanding and meaning. We mourn the dead, and we pray for those who must live on with shattered families, lives, and dreams. May we find comfort in each other, and solace in the beauty of each new day.