I’ll probably delete this in the morning.
I saw a tree on fire –
a marvel!
I am astonied,
though this isn’t
the first fiery tree I’ve beheld.
All the same,
I am filled with true awe,
and the question comes to mind:
Should I remove my shoes?
Post over, deletion scheduled for the morning.
You never know what enchanting things are lurking down in the ankle region unless you are looking down and willing to lower yourself. I love these watchamacallits! They’re like tiny green scepters. I’ve seen them before and when they are backlit with sunshine, it’s as if they have gobbled up the light and are aglow with it. I don’t know their proper name, but beg you to allow me the Adamic privilege of naming them “Glowing Scepters.” (I feel certain that Anne of Green Gables would have come up with something far more fanciful and interesting.)
When a ruler wields his scepter, his subjects must bow in humble submission. It seems only fitting, then, that I had to bow low before these scepters in the grass. The God who made them wields them in the wilderness and I am happy to be one of His grateful subjects.
I’ll probably delete this in the morning.
The 23-hour drive was nearly over, but like labor pains, our stops were becoming more frequent as my husband attempted to overcome lower back pain with stretching and walking. Meanwhile, I was also on the injured list and not driving at all because of a flare-up of tendinitis. We were limping our way to the finish line, but generally in good spirits. At the last stop about an hour north of our destination, I took a hurried photo, seeking to capture and tame this wild tulip with my magic box. I know that the world does not lack for photos of tulips. One tulip is probably pretty much like another. But all the same, I cannot, I simply cannot, feel ho-hum about this one. I am reminded of GK Chesterton’s thoughts about what we might call “monotony.”
Perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, ‘Do it again’ to the sun; and every evening ‘Do it again’ to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them.
Oh, may He never grow tired of making tulips. This one is a dandy. Do it again!
I’ll probably delete this in the morning.
Lynniebeemuseoday 