These are the flowers blooming in the small flower garden below our deck. The flowers are small, not showy, yet their beauty and presence are important to me. Their tiny sweet souls add to the beauty of our home...the building and the planet.
A touch of lavender, yellow and red are the colors of the perennials. The bridal wreath blossoms have done their part, and now these smaller plants are picking up where the spirea left off. I call it a parade of nature. She doesn't set all the flowers into bloom at the same time. No, each species has its own time to enter the parade.
On our trolley the other day, we couldn't believe how much the corn had grown. Hot humid weather is what the corn likes and needs to grow. The corn crops are planted so thick, one cannot see the rows. It's like looking at a sea of green.
When I think what the earth must be like in places like Death Valley and compare it to the rich black soil where we live, I feel the urge to genuflect and pray. Of all the beautiful and rich places on earth, I'm fairly certain we were planted with tender loving care right where we are.
The lawns, too, are lush and green. A little rain fell last evening, with more in this afternoon's forecast. I've seen photos of some wicked-looking storm clouds that hovered over some places. From little on, there's been a prayer in my heart that we are spared from destruction. Looking at small towns being totally destroyed can make a person sick. What emotional horror must those people have to deal with? and, how do they manage to start all over.
We're having company at 11 o'clock this morning, for lunch. A certain someone has done something extraordinary for me, but I'll keep it to myself for today. It's this business of random surprises out of the blue. Got up early and put together a macaroni-ham salad that I'll serve with kettle potato chips, and chocolate cake with ice cream for dessert.
Oh, lest I forget, today marks the start of Watermelon Spitting Week (June 26-29). This annual celebration (called The Thump) started in Luling, Texas and has spread to many other parts of the country. A Guinness World Record was set in Luling in 1989 for the longest watermelon seed spit----65 feet, 4 inches. That same year, another person broke this record and spit a distance of 68 feet, 9-1/8 inches.