Bill says I sing when I'm happy. This morning I am humming and singing a Psalm. Thou O Lord art a shield about me . . . YOU are the glory and the lifter of my head . . . I lifted my head, moved my eyes up the chimney to recognize my over achieving sunflower. Don't you love the way sunflowers reeeeeeeeeeeach up as high as they can to kiss the blue in the September sky? Remember the movie Calendar Girls? Oh, how I loved the way it treated the sunflower. She really is a grand girl and she has such a lovely name.
If I could wear this color blue every day I would LOVE my clothes. It reminds me of the clear tropical water of the South Pacific and the color of Winnie the Pooh's balloon.
I think the fairies have their eyes on my nasturtium leaves. They just might pile them up and serve platters and platters of fairy cakes when they host September parties.
The wind is blowing the boughs of the maple trees. They are so full and I think the Swiss Family Robinson could build a fine tree house in the maple across the street. I could watch them go about their business, hanging out the washing and peering out their spy glasses. It's hard to fathom that soon the cold weather will color the leaves and push them off the branches. See why I love September?
