A Message From Will

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Today is my brother Will’s birthday. If he were still with us he would be 73, but in our hearts he will be forever young. I think I heard him say something to us yesterday.

REMEMBER

Remember me, but don’t be sad. Why not

Look back on the good times we had?

Recall the day we hiked to the bluffs, or

Carefree moments of childhood stuff like

Skipping rocks on the river and taking a swim,

Climbing the big tree with Judy and Jim.

Consider the nights we cruised the court square then

Back to the Delight to see who was there.

Choose moments of laughter, the best memories and

You may hear me whisper in the rustling leaves, or

Catch my wink in a firefly’s flickering light or in the

Big Dipper. Keep the North Star in sight.

Don’t think of boundaries or beginning and end, for

One day you’ll step through a curtain ever so thin

Where I will be waiting and it will be clear

I didn’t desert you but always was near.

Until then, live with abandon. I hope you’ll be free,

Just promise to smile when you think of me.

SWEET REWARDS

 

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Gardenia Update

Awhile back in Scents of Summer, I told you about how I keep trying to grow gardenias because they take me back to my childhood.

Here’s the latest on those three bushes.

GardeniapotThe new potted plant on the sidewalk is struggling a bit, but because it was full of buds when I bought it, I’m being rewarded anyway. However, it needs some TLC, which is on my list today.

On a happier note, I think one of the older plants is quite happy in its new digs. My clue was what greeted me yesterday when I walked to the far side of the porch to get the water hose.

The sweet smell of gardenias.

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The fragrance came from one of the two older bushes that we moved last year. The front one to be exact. I counted eight large blossoms and lots of buds, so I picked a couple of the flowers.

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I’m thinking you’ve already guessed how good my kitchen smells today.

Gardenias. That unmistakable fragrance of summer in the South.

Just call me grateful.

I’ve already decided where to move that second older bush that’s not faring as well. It’s going to swap locations with a shade-loving hosta that gets lots of sunlight.

I bet they’ll both be happier.

Observations

  • Most of us could use more sunshine in our lives.
  • We often reap rewards when we take the advice of more knowledgeable folks.
  •  Even experts don’t get it right every time.
  • When things don’t go as planned, look for another option.
  • Sweet fragrances lift our spirits.

Is something sweetening your day? I’d love to hear about it.

 

It shall blossom abundantly and rejoice,

Even with joy and singing.

Isaiah 35:2a (NKJV)

 

BLUEBIRD HILL

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Photo courtesy of Debbie Hoofman

My lucky friends post Facebook pictures of bluebirds nesting near their houses making me long to see the beautiful creatures in my yard. Pushing down envy, I lament that we don’t have the right conditions to attract bluebirds. Poor me and all that.

Then my friend, Cliff, who knows more about bluebirds than I ever will suggests a place near the bottom of our yard.

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Cliff & Debbie live on Hoofman Farm out from Greenbrier. They love all kinds of critters.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I texted him a picture. You mean here?

“Yes, by the azaleas.”

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But wait a minute, I ask. “Isn’t it too late? Aren’t they already nesting?”

“Yes, but you might get a pair for their second nesting,” he encourages.

My heart sings.

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This feathered couple lives on the Hoofman Farm in Enola.

Humming, I set to work seeking an abode designed especially for bluebirds, and I order one online that night. But when I find it won’t arrive for almost a month, I cancel the order and do what I should have done in the first place.

The next day, I go out and buy one at Birds Unlimited, which makes me feel good on two counts. I’ve helped someone in my city while enjoying the immediate satisfaction of holding it in my hands.

 

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Terry built this ship for Pirates of Penzance

I bring that bluebird house home and begin my campaign for Terry to install it — right away. But he’s a busy guy, building sets at Wildwood for Praeclara and doing his favorite thing–singing in the UALR choir. Not to mention getting a rent house ready to list.

So I remind myself — Give the Guy a Break.

There’s time for him to install that house when it fits into his schedule. After all, we’re in that waiting period.

Once again, I realize how impatient I get when I want something beause

I catch myself nagging

Just a little

Bluebirdhouseviewuntil he buys a 4 x 4 post and brings out the posthole digger.

I give him instructions where to put it at the west end of our lower flowerbed.

But my man of vision suggests the opposite side where we will have a better chance of getting glimpses of blue as the birds come and go.

As usual, he’s right. I give the nod and he plants that baby firmly in the ground.

Having done all we can do, now we are waiting with hopeful hearts.

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Can you think of anything cuter than a bluebird fledgling? Me neither.

Then I resolve that if some other feathered friend takes up residence, I’ll be grateful—because they are all God’s creatures.

Still, I’m murmuring little prayers for flashes of blue at the its door.

You knew I’d find a lesson in this experience.

But aren’t there always lessons if we look for them?

  • It’s okay to share your dreams.
  • Two heads are better than one.
  • It’s wise to accept advice.
  • Waiting is hard.
  • We learn patience by waiting.
  • Prayer usually calms me.

Please tell me if you can think of others.

I’m always in need of a lesson.

A wise man will hear and increase in learning,

And a man of understanding will acquire wise counsel,

Proverbs 1:5