4.03.2011

butterflies, cacti, and the sky, oh my

On the sunniest of Thursdays, we set aside the school books, headed to the botanical gardens and learned from the desert succulents and the artist's sculpture and the hyacinth's fragrance and the snap of carnivorous plant and the butterfly's flash of hue.
orchid butterfly

flutter

"I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station,
through which God speaks to us every hour,
if we will only tune in."
~George Washington Carver

her

We took our time, tuned in, lingered over the wiggling chrysalises, stood motionless to glimpse the creamsicle-colored bird, held breath hoping, "Oh, please, land on us!"

It was one of those times when I really watched the kids.  Really stopped and breathed them in.  You know what I mean?  I held my breath, prayed, "Oh, please, Lord, don't let me forget this moment...them like this...this grain of sand in our lives.  Thank you, thank you for the gift of this moment."

desert plants
I was reminded of this lovely modern lullaby song I heard over here the other day which speaks to the wonder of childhood's fleeting days.



Little boy, when you speak
I can’t help but kiss your cheeks
I love the way you grab my hands
And tell me all about your plans
chihuly chandelier

monarch drying off
Rocket high, comets fly
You and I could take a ride
And fly away to Neverland
And give our best to Peter Pan
venus fly traps

hanging pitcher plant
When you reach for the stars
Don’t forget who you are
And please don’t turn around and grow up way too fast
See the sand in my grasp
From the first to the last
Every grain becomes a memory of the past
Oh, life’s an hourglass
Life’s an hourglass
lush

climb

lunch break
Story’s read, prayer is said
Close your eyes sleepyhead
While angels linger in your dreams
And hold you in their feathered wings
fish kiss

magenta
Just like you, I was small
Not that long ago at all
I wish you all the happiness
That God gives freely if you ask
davinci's horse

cattails
When you reach for the stars
Don’t forget who you are
And please don’t turn around and grow up way too fast
See the sand in my grasp
From the first to the last
Every grain becomes a memory of the past
Oh, life’s an hourglass
Life’s an hourglass
monarch azalea
I don't want these grain of sand moments to fall from my hand unnoticed. In the orange journal on the counter, they get listed during the week and then some here on Mondays.  Moments, bits and pieces, every seemingly insignificant and every obviously important gift.  GIFTS from the GIVER.
Thank you, Lord.
#898 - 918

brilliant blue butterflies fluttering on warm air
wondrously varied cacti
thorns that remind
picnic
crisp air lessened by blazing sun
running into her friend there (her joy!) and
spending the day getting to know new friends
pairs of children off in their own worlds
catttail fluff in the wind
the horse we read about!
their bug-eating plant excitement
their constant pleas of "Mommy, come see THIS!"

bacon-veggie pasta, steaming hot
trip preparations, anticipation
his phonetic spelling that makes me smile
worship music that brings me back
falling asleep seconds after head hits the pillow
the smell of outdoors still in her hair at night
"You pick the story, Mommy."
"Please, just ONE more chapter, please, please, pleaaasssseee?!"
anticipating our Rescue


"How precious to me are your thoughts, God! 
How vast is the sum of them! 
Were I to count them, 
they would outnumber the grains of sand— 
when I awake, I am still with you."
Psalm 139:17-18


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