My Intention

These days I walk to my garden to look at the sunflowers, the beans, tomatoes, cucumbers, kale, gourds, and squash.  I enjoy taking my time, often just standing there like someone who has never seen a garden before.

In the early hours of the day I see the dew still clinging to the leaves. My feet feel the dampness and some of the dirt clings to my sandals. A cardinal and a wren compete up in the trees to see who can sing best.  My senses are given such a gift as my hands touch the plants, the fragrance of the tomato plant, pungent and full of summer, brings back memories of gardens past.

What keeps me standing in that space, inside that fence, are the sunflowers, with the morning light filtering through those yellow petals, the fine little hair on the stalk and leaves. The stalk alone brings to mind the magic beans planted by Jack…

I circle and pause, circle and pause, moving a leaf here and there.  

Then as the sun climbs higher the bees arrive.  I can hear their soft hum and see the delicate wings.  I witness the miracle of their relationship; the flower needs the bees and the bees need the flower.  They exist for each other.

This is the gift of the day, this precious time to see and savor what is.  Time to hear those birds, to learn their songs and their colors. Time to feel the heat of a summer morning on my skin.  Time to watch a doe and her two fawns late in the evening as they go by. 

I could trade all this in and do something considered “ambitious” that would earn a wage. This goes through my mind a lot.  

But I don’t want to miss this.

My intention (which, by the way, is another word for ambition) is to stand in my garden and watch these miracles unfold.   

And share them with you.

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On the Katy Trail

Katy Trail State Park

Spring is here and the longing to get outdoors and enjoy the fresh air.
We took the time to get in the car and travel to Rocheport, MO, so that we could walk on the Katy Trail (more on that later in this post).
There is still a lot of brown everywhere, punctuated by splashes of spring color now.
dutchman's breeches
The weather was perfect for a nice walk, and we saw a few spring flowers along the way,
including these dutchman’s breeches. 
My hubby was excited to see several skinks, and this one actually posed for me. 
Or maybe the sun felt good on it’s back.
Or it could have been scared.
By far the most interesting thing I saw was high up on the cliff as we walked along the trail.
I happened to look up and saw all these nests clinging to the rock below an overhang.
These are the nests of cliff swallows, which you can read about here.
It’s difficult to tell from my photo, but there is a huge cliff on one side of the path, and a steep drop off to a river on the other side.  We spent most of the time looking at the cliff because of the wildlife and flowers we saw.  And then we stumbled across this logo from the Missouri-Kansas-Texas Railroad, embedded in the side of the cliff.  
“Katy Trail State Park is built on the former corridor of the Missouri-Kansas-Texas (MKT) Railroad (better known as the Katy). When the railroad decided to cease operation on its route from Machens in St. Charles County to Sedalia in Pettis County in 1986, it presented the chance to create an extraordinary recreational opportunity — a long-distance hiking and bicycling trail that would run almost 200 miles across the state.”
I feel somewhat like a tour guide writing this…but it is life as it happened here.  As difficult as it may be to adjust to a new home, one of the big pluses is all the new places to explore! 
My camera tells me she is happy and wants to know when we’ll go out again.

A Blaze of Color


Last week, the flowers got planted, the mulch placed in the flower beds, shrubs trimmed, and yard cared for.  The whole town seemed to be doing the same.  We all hauled the new plants and mulch from the stores to our yards, and carried out this ritual.

This ritual we had been waiting for since December…this time to welcome Spring in all Her glory.  

I hope you had the chance to practice your rituals, too.   In this blaze of color, this bucket of daisies on my front porch, I see the sun and feel the warmth in my heart.