It looks as if I’ve taken
a vacation from blogging. Here I am, the last day of August. It is time to post
for this month. In case you haven’t noticed, I completely missed July. The
truth of the matter is; I’ve not had one creative writing thought for the
majority of this summer. I’ve been lost in the garden. That is a nice place to
be, watching plants grow. There is the flower garden to attend to as well. I snapped the picture of some of my petunias this evening.
amazes me how much time a garden takes. There’s the early morning watering and
harvesting. You must pick before it gets too hot. Then there is processing,
either by canning or freezing. My satisfaction is well stocked fruit on the
pantry shelves and a full freezer. I am also rewarded by the variety of colors
of the flowers that have blossomed all summer long.
September arrives tomorrow
and I look forward to the geese returning to our field. Truth is, they have
already made an appearance here. They gather in small flocks at first and later
in the fall they appear in greater numbers on our field eating grain left
behind by the farmer after his harvest is complete. I’ve attached a poem below
about the geese:
Geese on the Field
stand, sentinels of Fall,
and feeding on their journey southward
of the gales of Winter.
in large flocks,
today two small family groups.
first seven, watch quietly as the last four
in like graceful jets.
never tire of watching them.
looked again, and their flock has grown to eighteen.
they like Fall, will be a distant memory.
embrace them knowing this is for but a moment,
pray the Lord of all will guide them on their journey.
Sandra Mason, 9/25/21