Genesis 3:8, [CEV]
This week, my days were alternately
spliced with the worrisome trial,
fraught with hindrance to my plans,
spiced with gal friend laughter (into the wee hours), adventure and bittersweet goodbyes,
stirred to wistfulness,
capped by mundane.
Then… as I began to craft this garden gate charmer, simply for the joy of it, but hoping to bless a few with the surprise of it…
a stirring in the air, like the sound of children gaily blowing soap through a wand, rounds upon my outside world. Sending tufts of cottony wisp floating soft as pearlescent bubbles on the breeze.
They are drifting lazily in and out of my porch rails and by my window, scuttling together like lambs wool against the curbs right now…
— this annual hurrah to spring here, that I’d forgotten —
and I feel Him releasing childlike joy to my heart, like string to a kite, and setting me free.
My pen also drifts across paper as I shape this shed beloved by it’s owners (for it’s simple English-reminiscent charm, I think!). For not knowing if it is really used as such, I am turning it into a potting shed like those I’ve seen in country magazines or read of in English and Scottish-set novels. A respite where someone might putts about, growing roses and hydrangias, pansies and petunias, planting them into gaily colored pots.
Because this snapshot scene reminds me of a close friend who is loving birds (some sweet ones depicted on our postage stamps right now!) as I do these days… of our mutual joy in the colonial and in garden flowers… I am inspired to some detailed touches here, there…
He is the Romancer of my pen and heart, of sky and flower, of peace and promise.
Jehovah Shalom… breathing REST upon our souls.
Today… Spend time in the cool of garden. Let the breeze ruffle through your hair. Relax as on to a hammock gently held in His arms.
© Pam Depoyan
Do you have a special “garden meeting spot” in heart or home?
What do you think?
I don’t know if you can really tell by this scan, but I tinted the flowers and the birds ever so slightly in this print. Soft green and pink on the hydrangia by the fence, pink and yellow flowers by the door, red breast on the birds.
Classic B&W… or hint of color? 🙂
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