Ordinary Days Ablaze
let gardens grow, where beelines end,
sighing in roses, saffron blooms, buddleia;
where bees pray on their knees, sing, praise
in pear trees, plum trees; bees
are the batteries of orchards, gardens, guard them.”
― Carol Ann Duffy, The Bees
Savor these last weeks of August.
Summer will spill into September.
Fall harvest soon.
The dance of seasons.
Get out in nature and commune.
Let it feed and fill you up with hope, joy, delight.
Deer, butterflies and bees abound.
Pulling us out of self into the world, expanse and beauty.
It is enough, overflowing, and abundant.
Ordinary days ablaze.
Inviting witnessing and participation.
“…and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?”― Vincent Willem van Gogh