Thursday, June 27, 2013

The Myrtles Bloom

    Morning dawned hot and early today. My feet barely hit the floor before slipping into muck boots; milking awaits. Zaida stood munching as creamy, fresh milk flowed; my mind wandered over all the things I had to do before leaving today. It is a rare thing for me to be off the property, especially early in the morning. Today was one of those days.
    Coffee in hand, I hustle out the door fretting over my choice of clothing- is my hair neat- silly things. Changes hinge on this meeting; prayers are breathed to ease my uncertainty, but something a bit more concrete would be nice. Something in the corner of my eye catches my attention. Just behind the house, not far from the garden gate our myrtles stand just full of bloom.
     There near the tree line a simple gift of encouragement; a sign that everything will be okay, for what takes more faith than planting something. The striking image of those beautiful blossoms stayed with me throughout the morning, prodding me along.. offering encouragement.