I know that I often reference Jane Kenyon's lovely poem, but the words (and the memory of conducting it as a choral piece) hang with me.
My first week in Austin, I bought some twigs of jasmine with the hope that I would plant them in my own yard at some point. They outgrew their pots this spring and I had to give them away. As well as that particular dream. So, I am determined to enjoy the neighbourhood blooms right now and I marvel at walking through this arch made ENTIRELY of jasmine on my way to the library each week!
The final stanza of her poem:
Let it come, as it will, and don’t
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.
My choir did a pre-tour concert this morning and I left a note on the board for the 7-8th graders and returned to find this art work! I love those little squirrels.
Sitting in traffic this evening while admiring the wildflowers.
Meanwhile, in VA, a Babushka gets her shopping on. Fourteen days until I'm there to help!