Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Cool Places, Shady Spaces
Our weatherman predicts 100 degrees today, that's what, about 38 C. It's not reached 70 yet this morning. The shade and cool of the backyard beckoned me early. My juicy nectarines were enjoyed, and a few photos snapped, during the coolness of the morning.
When my shirt begins to cling to my back, when trickles run their courses through the jungle of my hair, when my lungs breathe heat both in and out, and when the sidewalk burns my little tootsies, these images will remind that relief comes in the morning.
Not uncommon to find one of us settled into one of these welcoming crannies of Mother Nature's fingers, with a book in hand, soon lowered, head tilted back, eyes scanning the lush maple's greenery for flicking squirrel tails, and perching songbirds.
Suppose there will tree swings in heaven?
See the little squirrel silhouetted up on the fence? Sammy spied him there, too. Imagine the moment right after I photographed the hound and the rodent. Sammy stiffened and bayed, the squirrel bounced up into the tree, Sammy dove for the massive tree trunk and let loose his warning to the little fellow, who chittered his mocking cheets down from the swaying, leafy branches. And thus the morning took on new energy including my reluctant, "Hush, Sammy, hush. Too early for all of this."
Rocking in the log rocker, eating breakfast, drinking jasmine tea, the simple scent of this lavender relaxes muscles, opens the senses to an infant day, and God offering ripe grace to get it righter.