Monday Morning Haze

Which it really is, a hot, hazy, cloud laden morning. Can't tell you how delighted I am about the weather. The heat and humidity together are a satisfaction not only to the body but to the soul. Wish I was less fussy about the weather. Wish I was a person who didn't think about the weather All the time. Wish confining my remarks to the weather was the intended social escape instead of the emotional laden trauma they actually are in my selfish small minded orbit.

Anyway, never mind that. The garden is going along pretty nicely. The roses are struggling this year, for reasons I know not of, but the cosmos is about to bloom all at once. I was sorely tempted to go along and take pictures of each individual flower but I was too sore (heh heh heh) so I just sat in my chair like a lump. Later though, I am going to photograph each flower, in the way, if I loved my children, I would photograph each of them, and I'm going to start a series called Anne and her Binghamton Garden. I know you'll be watching with bated breath.

Before I do that, though, I'm going to have to go get food in. What is it about going away on holiday and then being unable to cope with the true question of food upon returning? We've been home, what, two weeks? And here I am still not having filled up the pantry and fridge. Yesterday, because what were we going to do after church, leave our chairs to go buy food, not in a thousand years, where was I? Oh yes, yesterday, as a way of feeding the vast throng of our children, Matt took some chorizo (carefully carried north in the cold box) and some Aldi sausage, and some green pepper, and some scrambled egg, and then ladled it lovingly into tortillas. Oh my word, lyrically delicious. Only two children struggled to be perfectly happy, the Usual Children.

Really, the perfect Sunday. Lovely hot day, garden peaceful and serene, delicious food such as my soul loves, and, to round it off, really nicely done Altar Flowers.

And not for a wedding or anything. Recently the company from whence came our altar flowers folded suddenly up and went away, without any warning, just the returning of the church key, leaving us totally in the lurch. I do understand that it is possible to worship God without flowers on the altar, but I'm pretty sure it's unbiblical. I trust someone will provide a reference. No, flowers for church, except in Advent and Lent. But the old company had slowly fallen into the way of plunking three carnations and a vast lot of green fern into a vase but still charging the full amount. When they gave back the key someone, not me thankfully, rushed around and found some other florist and since then the flowers have been of various interesting kinds and lovingly arranged. It's such a relief to arrive on Sunday morning, just to make sure everything is set up, and find beautiful flowers. I'm sure God doesn't mind when I sit there and think about them instead of him. Surely.

And now to the store, and then to the laundry. Have a lovely day, if you're into that sort of thing.