Gentle Reminders

Hello Readers,

It is a gorgeous evening in upstate. I'm sitting cross legged in my favorite red chair, drinking Simply Lemonade while enjoying a beautiful breeze and sunshine.   This is the perfect day and time to sing that old familiar Sunday School song - This is the day that the Lord has made.  For truly it is.  And I will rejoice and be glad for this day to love and be loved.

I don't get many such relaxing evenings of late.  While I sit here I'm looking at my little patch of vegetation, and my flowers and veggies are looking a little peaked.  I can't tell if it is my overwhelming love that kills things or the lack thereof followed by the overkill of attention.  I have had one jalepeno and it, frankly, was disappointing.  Every stinking year I plant jalepenos and they always taste like regular bell peppers.  No heat.  It's enough to make me crazy. 

I'm getting ready to say "goodbye" to my children who will be heading to Cousin Camp 2018.  It may be an event that is winding down as all the cousins age.  It's a sure sign that summer is halfway over.  I'm kind of sad that none of the cucumbers were ready before they left. I'm going to have to eat a lot of vegetables in August. I always feel a little melancholy when it's time for them to go.  In fact, it takes me a couple days to settle in, but I am always grateful that they have the opportunity to do this. 

As I soak up the last of the evening rays, I realize how desperate I am for a vacation.  I took a calculated risk several months ago that I trust will pay off in the long run. In so doing I have given up vacation time. And I am currently dying. And I mean. Dead.  Mentally, I am completely checked out because the last eight weeks of time have been saturated with information processing. I want to sit in this chair for days and sleep and be tan and drink root beer floats and eat strawberry jam and biscuits. And play Scrabble.  This little cocoon of sun and warmth breeze is pure heaven and I want to stay right here.

But already my mind goes to all the elements that are pressing for the next two nights are booked and my babies leave on Friday. I must get up and tend many fires. A Mommy's job is always there, even if her kids are wearing headphones.

Summer is so delicious. I would drink it from a cup and let the warmth wash over my heart and soul.

This evening is a gentle whisper from my Father.  The One who loves me and created this for my enjoyment.  Thank you for the quiet and comfort inside this night.  Maybe you might send Gabriel with a jam/biscuit message for exhausted little Ang....  Is that a thing?  It might be. It coukd be. We could put it in the suggestion box... 

Embrace all the gentle reminders that come your way, dear readers.  Know that there are angels we entertain unaware.  So take a rest and go back out and shine.