Sunday, June 26, 2016

Checking In

Heat continues seems just not in the mood for writing and nothing new.

I must remember "Be not afraid of going slowly,
                              be afraid of standing still"
        Chinese Proverb

Before my lunch, a simple salad of greens, avocado and topped with the rest of the
salmon enjoyed with breakfast.


Standing on the deck with camera

these stones have a special memory
they were in my mother's garden.
White Phlox planted last Fall is blooming.
Little statue of mother carrying wood with son holding onto her
was purchased when my son was a toddler and moved from home to home
over the years..
Friendship vine given to me by a friend is taking off.
The smiling monk seems contented in the 90 plus temperature and wish the squirrels
would stay away....

12 comments:

Val said...

Oh, Ernestine! I *LOVE* "Be not afraid of going slowly--be afraid of standing still." I just started running again, after five years off, so it's especially striking right now. ;)

Lovely garden--and an especially meaningful one. ♥ Phlox is so pretty. My grandmother had it throughout her garden, so it always reminds me of her. Isn't that funny, when she had so many different flowers. . .but Phlox is what really makes me think of her. ♥

It's brutally hot here too. 'Hope you can still sleep well at night in the heat. It's hard sometimes.

joared said...

Lovely garden memories. Salmon and salad looks delicious. I've accepted "going slowly" -- the need to do so just seemed to creep unexpectedly upon me.

My Journey To Mindfulness said...

Val, thank you for your sweet note and hopefully your Aunt is better.
Joared, thank you and yes and ever thankful we are walking and like you shared
much creeps up on us all of sudden.

Pienosole said...

Going slowly is very often the best way for a lot of reasons. I feel a sense peace in looking at your garden in these photos. Thank you for sharing. :-)

My Journey To Mindfulness said...


Pienosole, thank you always for commenting. I truly do not like what is going on with
this body, I try to remember it is not me, it is just a container carrying my soul.
Doing all I know, but all is progressing and have difficulty accepting.
I want to work in my garden and fortunate to dead head some lilies. Think of
no longer sharing but it is good for me if no one reads about aging and for one
who was constantly doing and rarely stopped to rest
this is a good lesson. May I learn well.

FlowerLady Lorraine said...

I love that quote! It is something I need to remember myself.

God's continued blessings on you dear Ernestine ~ Love, hugs & prayers ~ FlowerLady

Marcie said...

I love all your garden art. I especially love when they have a special connection, such as the stones from your mother's garden or the figure of mother and son that has moved with you through the years. Sending love!

Judy said...

I have a gardens rocks from the farm where I was born and the farm where I brought up my children. Plus an Iris and Lily that were in my Mother's garden. Plus woodland plants from the woods where I lived. All those things make my garden more special--at least to me.

To hot here and no rain for weeks.

My Journey To Mindfulness said...

so many old things sitting in this garden
and they all have a story
like most of the plants :)

lil red hen said...

Continually thinking of you, Ernestine, and I know you'll take care in this heat. We finally had rain last night so today is cooler but very humid.

Wisewebwoman said...

I'm thinking of you my dear friend as you carry the lantern of the sunset years just a wee bit ahead of us. I love your garden and the stories.

XO
WWW

My Journey To Mindfulness said...

www, I had to check your words again
that I
carry the lantern of the sunset years :)
I smile