Every happening, great and small, is a parable whereby God speaks to us; and the art of life is to get the message.- Malcolm Muggeridge
Well, I’m still struggling with the fruit fly message and many others for that matter, but as I stood the other day, taking pictures of Cowardly Lion where he is surrounded by the Yellow Brick Road of Oz Park benefactors, I found these two bricks staring me in the face. These messages I get.
We are enjoying the company of family this Sunday morning. We have Bill back from Iraq (he brought YOU a present, which I will share tomorrow), and Rich’s brother, Jon and his wife. The weather turned from gorgeous to gloomy over night but, in the warmth and comfort of family it’s still a wonderful day.
The good news: It’s raining in that steady soaking way that is wonderful for the garden.
The bad news: I don’t have a garden. Actually, I did move my grandmother’s Bleeding Heart (for the 9th time, since my first student apartment where I planted it the year she died) and that seems to be hanging in there in the courtyard with a tiny show of late summer growth. I also moved two different Fall blooming anemones, two of the bold and beautiful Bressingham Blue hostas, a patch of magenta aster and a tiny snip of coreopsis that came along by accident. That’s it.We’ll have to wait and see what Spring brings.
Have a lovely Sunday!