Simple Joys by Susan L.

  Some time was spent last weekend clearing one of the garden paths that had been buried by ground cover, weeds, and overdone Forget-me-nots. It brought a smile to my face this morning as a Mourning Dove walked the path searching for whatever it is Mourning Doves eat. They have rather short, bright red legs. I guess since the rest of them is drab brown, the Lord decided to give them a flash of colour. They are funny looking though, somehow not quite matching the rest of them.
  There was a heavy dew last night. The tomato plants are adorned with watery jewels at the ends of their leaves.
  A lot of the garden is allowed to freely express itself. Wildflowers, or what some consider weeds, are left to grow (not thistles though). Johnny Jump Ups, the miniature pansies, have erupted wherever they will. Daisies have exploded everywhere. There's a ground cover in the middle of the yard that has a tiny, hot pink blossom that deserves a corner of a flower bed. I had no idea it was there because it's the first time it's ever flowered. Normally it gets mowed but the grass is fried from the drought so it's had a chance to show off.
  The baby walnut tree is flourishing. When it's big enough it will be moved to the park somewhere. Apparently they are pretty messy.
  Finding a new melody hidden in the piano keys. Acknowledging that my passion is more along the lines of classical music. Letting go of trying to write worship songs.
  Being chilly this morning.
  Being up early this morning.
  Making lunch today at the centre for anyone who might need or want a meal: potato salad, carrot salad and egg salad sandwiches. It's a summer, salady kind of day.
  There's so much more.
  Knowing the Lord is in everything from the dew's kiss to every heartbeat.
  "Blessed is the man You choose, and cause to approach You, that he may dwell in Your courts." Ps 65:4