I am like a hamster on a wheel. I keep running and running but I'm getting nowhere. Does this ever happen to you? I have so many plans for loveliness zipping through my brain. There are bits and pieces of started projects scattered everywhere I look. Little voices in my head keep saying:
"You should make a skirt. Oh, craft a flower fairy. They're sooo cute. Hey, maybe you should stitch something out of knit fabric now that Jezzie is your friend. Winter is coming. Crochet some mittens, would you? Don't forget to start a doodle stitch. You're spending tons of time in the car. Wouldn't it be fun to hand-craft some felt ornaments? And, don't forget to learn to knit. You know you want to make that gorgeous felted bag you saw. Mr. Handsome's shirt needs a fix. You better hem your pants. A gal can only wear capris for so long in Montana. Are ever going to paint the shelves for Hailey's room? She is a senior, after all."
Stop it! Stop it! Creative schizophrenia. I have it. I go to my little studio to do something and I end up crying uncle. I leave my creative sanctuary and opt to do something totally mindless like changing the litter box or vacuuming under the couch cushions. The other day, I even made a batch of cookies. Yes. Me. In the kitchen. I'm telling you, it's bad, people. I've decided that today is the day to end this insanity. I'm going in and I'm not coming out until I've made something. Anything. Sheesh...
This week I've done a little sewing, a little furniture painting, and a little gardening. But I can't take pictures of any of it because the rain has stole my thunder. LOL! This dreary down pour refreshing little rain shower has made it too dark and wet to get my camera out and capture pictures of anything but what's going on outside. So even though Thimbleanna says it's time to end the post when all you have to talk about is the weather, I'm writing about the weather anyway. (Are you done with those socks yet, Anna? I could use them today. It's only 54*! Temperatures in the 90's are supposed to return next week so I won't need to borrow them for long.)
My petunias are drooping from the weight of all those rain drops. They are looking forward to the return of sunny days, but at least someone is enjoying this weather. It's good to be a toad on a rainy day.
Here's a look at what's blooming in the You Go Girl garden. All this beauty makes me contemplative. I am rarely still long enough to be contemplative. But today I was. I did nothing for a few minutes but think. In the quiet, I was reminded that:
God's creation reveals His glory.
His glory is my pleasure.
And as much as it pleases me to gaze upon such beauty,
it is even more gratifying to know that I am firmly planted in the garden of the King.
The God of the whole universe gazes upon me and you and sees beauty. (Can you believe it? Beauty! That's easy for me to say, but sometimes it's hard to believe.) He diligently pulls weeds that threaten to suffocate us, prunes branches that keep us from growing strong and healthy, and nourishes us with His own special brand of Miracle Gro.
It is a good thing to be blooming in the garden of the King.
Look at the lilies and how they grow. They don't work or make clothing, yet Solomon in all his glory was not dressed as beautifully as they are. And if God cares so wonderfully for flowers that are here today and gone tomorrow, won't he more surely care for you? Luke 12: 27