Part
the Grass
“God,
I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.”
Edna
St. Vincent Millay
'Tis
midsummer and the figs are ripening. Most people have harvested the
bulk of their corn and tomato crops here in the deep South. The
peaches have all been picked and there are more green beans than the
world should ever eat. We've had a great, green summer because rain
has been reliable and copious. My grass is, for the first time in
years, thick and green and I have not watered it even once.
I
wish everyone had a porch like mine. One where you can sit at the
level of the tree branches and watch squirrels crossing a skinny limb
like it was the Great Wall of China. Don't you wish you could be a
squirrel for just an hour and scamper in the tops of trees like they
do? Birds are singing this morning, but not the frenetic squawking of
springtime when their hormones are driving them crazy. At this point,
their work is done and they are chilling, and feeding only
themselves. One thing they are feeding themselves is, as usual, my
figs! I'll have to go out every day now and see if I can snag the few
ripe ones they've missed.
High
summer is a fabulous time to be alive. Even the heat is a testimony
to abundant life. Part the grass today and touch the heart of God.
In
the Spirit,
Jane
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