Always the same.
A daily, minute by minute
Evidence of miracles.
May your days be
full of miracles,
large and small.
I wish you faith, hope and love.
May you have faith as
You set hope-filled goals which
Love for yourself and
Love for others.
May Matthew’s raid wane soon.
May the returning tranquility
Be a calming comfort to all.
May we once again revel
In daily miracles around each of us.
Cool violet blues, pale greens, back lit by the calm afternoon sun. Soothing tranquility sets the mood as I enter. Silence is a respite, and this Friday afternoon, after several weeks of trying to work patiently through an unrelenting minor health issue while unsuccessfully attend to work like the professional I consider myself, the scene in my garden settles the chaotic voices in my mind.
My False Indigo has risen and bloomed. The smooth oval leaves and small pale flowers manage to remind me of life’s beauty and my multitude of blessings. Life is perspectives and I choose to embrace these grace-filled moments.
For information on the False Indigo, see my “Complimentary Accents…” post of May 30, 2012
Blessings for the MANY who have opened their hearts and served our country so faithfully. It IS a HAPPY Memorial Day because of YOU. Bleeding Heart beginning to bloom. copyright 2014 Pamela Breitberg
Irony can be found in the early blooming blue perennials. Blue symbolizes sadness and lack of hope. These blues signify the exhilaration of continued survival.
It’s the in-between time of seasons, which in Chicago means weather is more unpredictable than usual. Spring suggests temperatures finally above freezing, but Chicago’s average last frost date is May 15th, roughly two thirds into the season. “Average” is the pleasant way of saying Chicagoans should expect regular appearances of the low 30’s through the end of May.
As we wait for the weather to awaken our romance with springtime these blue perennials wake from their dormancy and stir new energy in our beings. Their appearances warm our souls while we anticipate southern winds’ warming. Is it any wonder that Chicago’s Blues Fest ushers in the festival season, chasing away winter doldrums? I share these blue images to strengthen the spirit of those Chicagoans restlessly awaiting summer’s arrival.