I come in the little things, Saith the Lord: Yea, on the glancing wing of eager birds, the softly pattering feet of furred and gentle beasts. I come in the little things, Saith the Lord: Not borne on the morning's wings of majesty, but I have set My feet amidst the delicate and bladed wheat. I come in the little things, Saith the Lord.
-Evelyn Underhill

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Mimosa Flowers

Yesterday, Midsummer's Day, Gabriel, my little white dog, and I took a walk in the yard just before supper.  Lying in the grass were these Mimosa flowers. . . .

As I bundled them together I began thinking about the Mimosa tree next door to the house I lived in from 5 to 9 years old.  I remember that tree vividly because I loved the feathery flowers, and because they were pink I remember thinking it was a peach tree.  It wasn't until 15 years ago when I discovered such a tree had voluntarily sprouted in our yard that I researched it and found what it really was.  It must have been the fact that it was Midsummer's Day, a magical day for some, that I brought the flower to my nose and, for the first time, realized that it had a sweet, almost peach-like fragrance.

Now is the high-tide of the year,
And whatever of life hath ebbed away
Comes flooding back with ripply cheer
Now the heart is so full that a drop overfill it,
We are Happy now, because God wills it.

-James Russell Lowell


  1. Wish I could have been there to smell the sweet fragrance of peach! Love you Sis!

    1. You'll have to come, then, next summer while you're out and about on your travels!


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