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I don’t want to let go.  Our summer has been so ineffably sweet, I will hang on to it forever. 

Beautiful weather.  No need to run the AC—except that we occasionally put it on for Baby Dylan when we have to leave him for a few hours in the closed-up home.  Okay there were a couple of times when at home, that we broke the humidity by turning on the AC for very short spells, but always with the doors and windows wide open to the out-of-doors.  And due to the ubiquitous AC in most every indoor place, our favorite summer restaurant has become a local pub with outdoor seating. 

Leisurely early morning strolls around our park.  Visits with friends.  Plenty of summer knitting, which always brings woolly recollections of being 8 years old and learning to knit on the porch of our family cottage at Lake Winnebago.  Bookish naps on our shady afternoon patio.  And best of all, mellow days with the three generations which have resulted from our marriage of 61 years!

Too too sweet

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Leo again again again again again

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Recently Joe and I had the (probably once in a lifetime) experience of having our portraits painted by a friend, Janet Roberts, who is a professional artist.  We didn’t have to sit it out, as Janet works from photographs.  You can check out our portraits (“Joe in Winter Hat” and “Margaret in Summer Hat”) on Janet’s website.  Just GOOGLE “Janet Roberts, Brookfield Wisconsin Artist” and click on “Gallery” from the home page menu,  Voilà!

Our portraits have inspired a lot of mulling and musing.  With all the wonderful photos I have today—hundreds in albums and hundreds more in my computer files—a painted portrait is something unique.  I reflect on how for centuries paintings and sculptures were the only way a person’s image could be captured and preserved.  I think of the court painters such as Holbein, sent out by Henry VIII so he could visualize a future wife.  (I’d sure hate to have been one of those!)  And commodious stairwells lined with ancestors in great houses down through history.  Photography is an amazingly wonderful art, yet there is something ALIVE about paint in the hands of an accomplished artist such as our friend, Janet.

Mellow days, and a summer to remember.  A summer of quiet contentment and simply joys.  A summer of plenty in a world that grows more crazy, more sin ridden and tragically brutal every single day.  A summer in which I feel compelled to share at every possible opportunity, the one and only LIVING HOPE—that hope which is more real than this keyboard on which I type. 

In the midst of a world where an American journalist is decapitated against the background of an American president deeply engrossed in golfing and fund-raising, Our Lord Jesus Christ will return!  As He came to earth 2000 plus years ago to die for our sin and rise victorious over evil, He will return—to gather His own to Himself, and finally to reign for 1000 years in Jerusalem:  KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS.

Margaret L. Been, September 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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“Lovely!  Lovely!  See the cloud, the cloud appear!  Lovely!  Lovely!  See the rain, the rain appear!”  Anonymous Native American

Years ago, I visited our daughter Laura and her family in January.  I left Wisconsin’s below zero readings and snow covered fields, for the farthest northwest outreach of the USA (barring Alaska)—just a few miles below the Canada border, in Washington State.  The Pacific Rainforest was warm-ish, wet, and even green

Can you imagine the euphoria of this person who is passionate about green and growing things, and a lover of RAIN (as well as SUNSHINE—I love it all!)?  On the first night of my visit there, rain rejoiced on the metal roof of Laura’s home and I wandered around in a dither.

“Rain, rain, rain!  What a heavenly sound,” I raptured.

After listening to my blithering for a few minutes our logically minded granddaughter, Nancy, (nine years old at the time) questioned me:  “Grandma, doesn’t it ever rain in Wisconsin?”

“Oh yes,” I answered.  “But not often in January!”

Now it is March in Wisconsin, and the long-awaited has come.  Rain!  Followed by it’s heavenly brother, Sunshine, rain is THE GREAT HEALER of winters that threaten to hang on forever!  Rain makes me dancey and prancey, squirrelly and swirly, rushy and gushy, silly and dilly, ducky and plucky, happy and sappy, bouncey and flouncey, jivey and divey!  Rain lubricates my creaky joints, and brings soft waves to my winter-electified hair.  Winter refreshes me from the follicles on my dome, down to the claws on my toes!

Winter makes me defy that lackluster rule of writing:  “Never use too many exclamation points.” 

Bother the rules of writing!!!  I’m a living exclamation point!!!  It’s raining!!!

”To sing with the silver hosannas of rain . . . .”  Roy Campbell, The Palm

Margaret L. Been—All Rights Reserved

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