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Gradually, almost imperceptibly the seasons turn.  Summer lingered, and thanks to plenty of moisture our woodland view remained green far longer than normal for a Southern Wisconsin Autumn.  For weeks I played make believe—drinking iced tea in the morning sun and making believe it was still, and always would be, Summer.   Then the mornings turned brisk, and I switched my sun and iced tea habit to the south side of our condo—rocking in a large pink rocker and absorbing every bit of warmth I could, to store against the inevitable onslaught of change.

Then the Autumn rains.  Now our courtyard is littered with sheddings from a large tree which is, as far as I can ascertain, an American Elm.  I love the leaf-littered grass, but realize that many condo owners do not.  Most folks around here do not hear my wild drummer, which forever beats to the soughing of wind and soothing of soggy leaves underfoot.  When the leaves dry, their crunching will delight my heart beyond anything words can express.

Soon the maintenance crew will vacuum the littered leaves.  I must be watchful, to preempt the crew and rake boundless amounts into my gardens for a protective buffer against winter.

Since our patio and patio garden open directly off the living room of our home, I fantasize that I’m still outdoors.  I open the patio door and inhale the pungent scent of Autumn rain, ripened and vastly different from the fragrance of April showers.  Still I pretend, pour myself an iced tea, close my eyes, and celebrate that stubborn essence of Summer which has always pervaded my innermost heart.

©Margaret L. Been, October 2014

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After several weeks of being tried and tested by drought, our patio garden is experiencing a new life.  I had watered it through the crisis, but was ever aware of the danger of a dried up well—so my watering became scanty as the dry days lingered.

Although once again getting dry, we’ve been refreshed—and I’m able to make a good early morning round with the hose.  I trimmed plants that had bloomed and shriveled, and these are coming back at the base.  The black-eyed Susans have popped up, and they are thriving.  Roses are experiencing an encore of blooms, and so are the foxgloves and anenome. 

What a picture of GRACE!  A little water, and the garden is responding as if it had never suffered those dry weeks.

Here are some shots of our other gardens:  ↑ ↓

The “mum” plants are sprouting tiny flower buds, preparing for their autumn glory.  It all goes so fast!  Our wayward, unholy nation does not deserve to have an autumn of gentle, healing rain—but I pray for mercy, and MORE RAIN! 

Whether or not our All-Wise God blesses us with rain, I constantly pray that our country will wake up and return to the Living Lord and His standard of righteousness!  There is forgiveness for us, and our nation could be revived—like our gardens!

Margaret L. Been, ©2012

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