Magnolia blooms at last..

After the disappointment of having our lovely magnolia buds eaten by some creature in early Spring...we had the joy of seeing new flowers bud and blossom in late Summer!
This is a Star Wars Magnolia and has the largest flowers of all magnolia trees.

Finally, we get to enjoy a beautiful view of it in all it's glory from our dining room window! 



Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried:
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.

I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, "Child, you must wait".

"Wait? You say, wait! " my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By Faith, I have asked, and am claiming your Word.
My future and all to which I can relate
hangs in the balance, and YOU tell me to WAIT?
I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign,
or even a 'no' to which I can resign.
And Lord, You promised that if we believe
we need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply!

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
As my Master replied once again, "You must wait."

So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
and grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting.... for what?"

He seemed, then, to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine,
And he tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.
All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want--But, you wouldn't know Me.

You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint;
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint;
You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there;
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence were all you could see.

You'd never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;
You'd know that I give and I save.... (for a start),
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.

The glow of My comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.

You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that "My grace is sufficient for Thee."
Yes, your dreams for your loved one overnight would come true,
But, Oh, the Loss! If I lost what I'm doing in you!

So, be silent, My Child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
And though oft' may My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still, "WAIT."

(Author Unknown)

Wash day


Soaked and scrubbed in a round tin tub
with homemade soap
up and down the ribs of a wooden washboard
by hands rubbed red & raw
on a windy wash day morn.

Stiffened with starch, squeezed
and wrung to a twisted laundry rope
then hung on lines to flap
back and forth and snap dry
on a windy wash day morn.

Laid on the lawn like paper cutouts
clean shirts and sheets, towels and skirts
smelling of sun and clouds and wind
wait to be ironed and worn and dirtied
again for another wash day morn.

~ Brenda Seabrooke, American poet and novelist

Some days..

Some days.. you just want to stay home contented
 to be wrapped up by your familiar surroundings.

Some days.. you look around your room with clearer vision and see,
 just how beautiful an ordinary day can be.

Some days.. you decide to quit fighting shadows
 and choose to dance in the light instead.

Some days.. you find illumination on a situation that has perplexed you,
 and suddenly everything seems brighter once again.

Some days are like that...

Old beauty..

Some weeks ago we went for a leisurely drive to enjoy the countryside
and to see what interesting places we might come across on our way.
We love how time moves rather slowly in our part of the world and how local people appreciate holding on to the heritage of their past.
Many lovely old  villages are left standing in pretty much the same state as they were in over a century ago.

The wheels of change are not something that is readily seen or heard around here!
For some people the fact that "progress" seems to be on an endless hold might seem quite depressing - but not to us.
There's a certain charm about quiet old villages that never change or modify!
We  love to find old pioneer homes that have been slowly left to the elements and given over to the weathering effects of dis-use and time.

This homestead we found on a grey and drizzly day was abandoned to a flock of brown and gold sheep, and we spent some magical moments watching the shenanigans of the woolly inhabitants as they scrambled over the porch and under the generous verandahs.

Slowing down to observe the old things and muse about "way back when" is something for reflective hearts and calm minds.
There are so many lessons to be learned by just patiently watching, without the drive to "improve" things all the time in the name of "progress".
Seeing beauty in gently aging buildings helps one value the changes in one's own soul, and is testimony to the fact that youth and perfection inevitably follows the same path as those who've gone before and that growing older is not only natural and right -
it can also be rather beautiful..!