in summer, the song sings itself*

we'd been driving close to an hour, lost on a country road, far from the promised land of playgrounds, slides, and kids to play with.

but my social butterfly (ever- longing for adventure and company) was not impatient:  not like her mama, who grew more tense with each passing cornfield and detour.

her little voice sung out from the back seat.  "it's ok, mommy.  don't be frustrated."

out of the mouths of sweet babes.

i took a deep breath, forgot the playground, and we made an unplanned stop at idlewild for an afternoon that redeemed a frazzled morning.

it wasn't what we'd set out to do, but apparently God had other plans.

and they were lovely.

an ongoing list of God's goodness, #35-50

swimming in rainbows

TWO rides on the carousel, one after the other

fifty cent baby cones

a cooperative toddler makes unexpected treats a treasure

my baby sister, born 25 years ago, and her ENGAGEMENT!  may their joy continue to overflow.

the bluest baby blues

sitting on the porch, watching the rain

cool summer breezes, long absent and much welcomed

our little garden that could, despite my lack of attention

fresh-cut herbs brighten simple dishes

hanging diapers to dry on the line

impromptu picnics in the yard

a festive mexican brunch with friends

sunday night concerts on the diamond draw happy kids to play

the last of the lilies and a reminder of God's promise:

See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.  (Matt 6:28-34)

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 *william carlos williams

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