June is here at last, and that sweet elusive scent of bluebells and the soft warm scent of ferns. Silver vases range across the mantelpiece and countertops, brimming with wild bounty.
Flowers, flowers everywhere and all to be had for the taking. Thick sprays of chokecherry blossoms in a thick crystal vase, so tall they brush the chandelier that hangs over the dining table. Small bunches of wild roses, their rounded green leaves pointing up and out and everywhere, the yellow stamens in stark contrast but still perfect unity with the rounded pink petals, proving once and for all that pink truly does belong with yellow. Dandelions like tiny, forceful suns crowding their way down the hill and into the lawn, and Naomi crouched in the long grass, her golden head like yet another ray of sunshine. The lupins we transplanted three years ago are finally growing like the beautiful, decadent, glorious weeds that they are, their blue spears thrusting towards an even bluer sky.
Oh God, to see you as my King- that is what I long for. Not just my friend and brother, not only my Creator and my savior- but my King.
Summer is here, and it is full and rich and good. May we enjoy each moment to the brim.
The name of the Lord is a strong tower; the righteous run to it and are set aloft.
Proverbs 18.10
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