Fourth of July and I feel all of June has been lost…Much to weather and other conditions in life. Still, it’s beautiful this morning. The sky is clear and a rising sun is shining down upon me, warming the back of my neck ever so slightly.
Sigh….My beloved potted flower gardens have taken a beating. Rain pounded the red bricks of my patio and all on top of it for most of June. Petals of petunias are wounded. Leaves have turned yellow and roots have risen to the top of pots. Variegated ivy trails over sides of primary colored clay. No longer are plants vibrant and full of life. Their voices are weak and barely speak. I’m afraid their days may be numbered.
I don’t ever remember the month of June being so soggy and wet. Day after day it seemed to rain. Rivers rose, roads closed, flooding ensued and everyone was forced to stay inside. Even my favorite forest friends never ventured beneath their canopy of trees.
Normally, June signals celebration. Summer begins, school ends and voices of children begin to drift through wire screens of open windows. How my heart aches for sounds of summer solstice!
Thankfully, there is no rain in sight today, not on this holiday. Families are busy packing picnic baskets with favorite foods. Coolers are being filled with ice and drinks. Concerts will be heard in parks tonight while skies explode in sparkling colors all aglow.
As Independence Day is celebrated, I take pause to thank God for all that I have in life. My treasured flowers may dry out, allowing new ones to sprout. Or, perhaps beautiful blooms are flourishing elsewhere around me?
The world is full of fireworks if only we open our eyes to see….