|Lysimachia- Golden globes|
|Sweet Autumn Clematis-|
it blooms here in Virginia end of June into July
|Daylily bloom procession|
|Purple angelonia and a wave petunia|
Just finished reading The Quotidian Mysteries- Laundry, Liturgy and Women's Work by Kathleen Norris. A semantic look at the word quotidian is: God in the daily life, in the quantity of our days.
As we look at routine things, how do we manage to find God in a life filled with noise, the demands of other people and relentless daily duties that can consume the self?
For me, the incarnational reality, the sanctity of the everyday comes in the garden.
Here is where I inhale the words in Lamentations 3:21-23.
"But, this I call to mind and therefore I have hope:
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,
His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning:
great is your faithfulness."