Violets for You

Violets for you

3/31/2017

Hope was never supposed to have a suffix attached to it.

This morning I was about my morning chores balancing a cup of thick coffee. Feed the Koi, snip some dandelion leaves to add to my Zebra Finches meal, the second cup of coffee. Sometimes we walk paths half blind in our daily routines. We can do it in our sleep, go through the motion of the mundane. Same ole same ole. I slip Don's oversize hot tub shoes nestled at the back door over my fuzzy slippers, instant galoshes. Sneak quick under the eves; just a few feet away is a plethora of the nourishing weed. Hey, it's not raining?

Joy! Dance, Sun and blue sky. Last weekend I had snail baited AGAIN making war against those hungry slither-er's, how dare they make a meal out of my garden. One bite out of a Hosta and I look at it all summer long. Gosh! Balancing in my makeshift galoshes, bathrobe dandy, my pioneering spirit, caught a delight that I didn't see last week. Violets! Sweet English Violets. Runners running popping bursts of fragrant purple sugar, tipped for fairy hats, tucked in vibrant hues, green, mahogany petals. I love them! They can pop up anywhere in my yard and I will through a party for their natural wandering perfection.

And to think I was thinking of parting with my collection of nic nac violet china cups. Oh, spring cleaning bug! Drats! Now I'm singing with you a song of a lady dancing in her sweat pants and workout clothes, her iPhone in camera mode, bursting into for my ignored porcelain hiding in a dusty antique liquor cabinet. What must my neighbors think as I'm laying on the front lawn, (bowing-poofing) meaning, making something from nothing, as my brothers use to say? We have, A thousands gifts to unpack. Carrying two large baskets haphazardly filled with antique delights. All for the eye of the Beholder! You! I thoroughly enjoyed myself! Victoria Magazine's got nothing on me. Hah! The next time I looked up Don was shaking the front door with his keys. Oh no, Dinner! I pleaded mercy and Mexican food, but he chose, snacks, hot tub and cigar.

I disclosed my intent and paraded my yard to share a smile, to write with a spontaneous pen of my camera lens adventures. Today the sunshine married antiques and violets, angels and poetry. A transformation assignment from heaven, removing the (less-ness) from Hope, fragility into strength, courage to communicate anew, with those who have shared a cup of sorrow.
I share with you the mystery of communion, Hearld the angel's response from the Throne of Grace, need-exchange to mercy. My Oregon "Son", to shine divinely by His command into your heart.
All things are possible for those who believe. Bless You!