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!
That babushka is SLAYING ME. KILLING ME DED. Too cute.
ReplyDeleteAll the niecelets and 'phews in your family have such round faces! Too adorbs.
SO glad that your last trial by choral fire is nearly done! And a roaring success, apparently! Well done to you, and may Six Flags be... bearable.
That 'kerchief? Is the little linen I sent for her to use as a tablecloth for her bday tea set!
DeleteI'm still praying for t-storms so that we may go bowling or such instead. Actually, last year I took a book to Six Flags & read most of the afternoon. Pretty sure that is a first for the park,