To the city bred an orchard is a world in itself. The perfect symmetry of space balanced by the individuality of the trees. The bending branch. The tempting fruit. The sunlight pouring through the colander of leaves. The white towels haunting the corner. The music of little voices, some of the pipes still untuned. "Duck, duck..........GOOSH!"
School starts in two weeks and our grassy sprawls and finger slivers and bike races will be a memory of this beautiful summer and an anticipation of next years bounty. But today it is NOW. HERE. PRESENT. I simply bask in the dappled orchard light of today. I live it, breathe it, laugh it, and yes occasionally weep it, (did she really wet her pants again? Really?). I count my blessings as fast as they come and thank my God who gives them so generously. The orchard fruit will be harvested, the leaves will fall when the cold wind blows, but God's grace will remain.....forever.
"Every good and perfect gift is from above,
coming down from the Father of the heavenly
lights, who does not change like shifting shadows....."
James 1:17
School starts in two weeks and our grassy sprawls and finger slivers and bike races will be a memory of this beautiful summer and an anticipation of next years bounty. But today it is NOW. HERE. PRESENT. I simply bask in the dappled orchard light of today. I live it, breathe it, laugh it, and yes occasionally weep it, (did she really wet her pants again? Really?). I count my blessings as fast as they come and thank my God who gives them so generously. The orchard fruit will be harvested, the leaves will fall when the cold wind blows, but God's grace will remain.....forever.
"Every good and perfect gift is from above,
coming down from the Father of the heavenly
lights, who does not change like shifting shadows....."
James 1:17
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