Our first kiss was like, fireworks ~ angel choirs ~ intoxicating ~ dizzying. I am sorry to tell you I cannot really let you re-live that moment with Dave and I, for it was ours alone. And to talk about it too much would embarrass our children and probably make you blush, but suffice it to say, once our lips met (and many, many times since), I was thoroughly, head-over-heels, giddy, heart-palpitating, screaming inside, flipped out in-love, forever.
And I remember how he reeled me in and made me a Dave-fan for life. I was serious, untrusting, broken in lots of areas. I was ready to try to hold him at arm’s length and test his love, his loyalty – dare him to try and stay. And he? Would playfully and persistently stay close and relentlessly charm and comfort until he could coax a relaxed smile from me – the one that only came because I knew I could count on him for always.
He is my Valentine.
I think we had an actual, true frost today. I know it was 58 degrees in my kitchen when I started up the coffee pot. And no, I will not turn on the heat, yet. I am a die-hard. Can I make it to November? This is the question.
Most of the plants seem to be perking back up, even though I have done nothing to save them. Even the zucchini, whose leaves froze and look soggy, dark and droopy, are boasting some bright new flowers in response to the returning sunlight – after 3 very overcast days.
I am studying and preparing for the Leaving a Legacy Intensive kick-off this weekend, but keep getting distracted by 3, small adorable orange moths of some sort. Though they are probably depositing some evil larvae all over the garden as we speak, I think I will call them butterflies because they are delightful as they frolic, alternately swooping and circling and tag-playing, with sunning themselves on the patio and garden rocks Try as I might, and though I swear I have seen them all in the view-finder at once repeatedly, I cannot seem to get the camera to click quickly enough to capture all three, though they are dancing and prancing about just inches from me here near the glass doors.
Yes, the garden is slowly, but surely shutting down for the year, but it makes each plant that is still showing all the more ravishing, makes me more grateful. Why, the petunias are practically haughty today, all purple and abundant, flowering with gusto, unaffected by the cold – perhaps even encouraged by it?
Today I am praising God for: the return of the sun…hot coffee (and decaf for when I have reached my limit)…the 3 fanciful orange “butterflies” performing gleefully outside my window…the grape tomatoes, packed with flavor, my morning snack…the love of a good man: my husband, my friend, my lover-the one who talks me off the ledges…my family, both the one I came from and the one I am getting to create, still…e-mails in “secret code” from grandkids…people who know how to pray…the sweet Presence of God, who joins me on the first sound of a song……First frost-warm home…the wisdom of the Word (I am in Proverbs today!). And the temp in my kitchen has reached 63 degrees. I am thankful!
Blessings in all things to you and yours!…Jeanie
NOTE TO SELF: So glad I didn’t get in a hurry to uproot the sagging sunflowers (see photo here). Yesterday they were the host to a couple of amazingly beautiful bluejays and I got to watch! What would I have missed by stripping them away before their whole work was through? Get back to Legacy notes…
Pictured, top, left to right: the orange “butterflies” sunning themselves on rock and concrete. Bottom, left to right: the first two were taken through the window on the Dahlia plant that is apparently enthralling the little “flutterbies.” Finally, the mum, quiet the summer through, has now exploded into this happy hello in its off-the-beaten-path locale. I snapped it chasing butterflies.
UPDATE 10.14.08 – I have been informed that my 3 little orange “moths” were actually baby Monarch Butterflies. I didn’t know Monarchs were ever this small? I hope they keep visiting!