For some reason this week seemed to chew me up and spit me out. I had no particular issues and nothing untoward happened. It was just a busy, hectic, long week that took a toll on my body and mind.
I did write two major discernment articles this week on my other blog, one about Lori Loughlin and the College Admissions Scandal, and one about Francis Chan who seems to be sliding toward apostasy before our eyes. Those kind of articles take a toll on me.
Nevertheless, this morning is sunny, crisp, bright, and filled with birdsong. A new day to admire creation and be thankful to our Lord for the ability to go forward in joy.
I took a walk around the yard this morning, to see the flowers and hear the birds. There are many mature trees in our yard and along the quiet one-way street. There are pastures too. The birds love to fly through the yard and over the fields, alighting from tree to tree. The grass in the yard is also filled with wild flowers. As I walk I'm stepping on a springy cushion of verdant grass dotted with purple violets. I feel like a queen, being able to tread on such richness.
Here are some pictures from my short amble around the grass and bushes.
I don't know what this flower is, but I am fascinated with its perching and blooming at the very end of a long twig from the bush it's attached to-
Irises I think. There is a bush at the front of the house facing the street-
I wish I'd noticed when I took the picture that the auto focus was on the branch of the tall tree and not on the moon. The moon was slightly pink, reflecting the rising sun's pink-
Fiery start to the day. The sky was ablaze-
Nothing says weekend to me, an educator, than buses at rest. This is of the school across the street-
The sun had just peeked over the horizon and made the trees across the pasture glow-
The violets in the grass. I love them-
Have a wonderful day everyone!
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