If there would be pumpkins in my garden they would have had frost on them last night. That's why I was so pleased to discover this dainty one untouched by icy fingers when I looked out this morning. Neatly tucked under our lilac tree, her pink petals were sheltered... this time.
I felt her mild chiding when I brought her inside. Against the odds at this time of year -- we often have frost weeks earlier -- I took a chance by leaving her out all night. But now she sits here on my desk... sharing her gift of beauty with me one last time.
Little gifts... a tiny grace note of beauty... sometimes we're too hurried or harried to notice.
So I invite you to s.t.o.p. right now in this moment and look around. Listen. Breathe in and smell. There's a little grace note waiting for you to notice.... it's your gift from Him.
Wishing you glimpses of heaven in unexpected places,
I really like the term "grace notes". Thank you for the reminder to give them a place in our day. I think it's these moments that make our days.ReplyDelete
Swee, touching and heartfelt post! There is so much beauty to enjoy we really do need to take the time to enjoy it! Thank you so much for visiting my blog and for your sweet comment! Have a wonderful weekend!ReplyDelete
Sandra -- I too love the term 'grace notes'. It's one I fell in love with many years ago when I first read the phrase in Alexandra Stoddard's book Living A Beautiful Life. I've 'borrowed' it ever since.ReplyDelete
Delight -- What a 'delight' to find your return 'footprint' in my comment box -- isn't blogging wonderful!
I tried it. It worked. A faint whiff of onions from supper. Oh dear. Where's my candle?ReplyDelete
Your beautiful rose looks so pretty sitting in the house. I have one more bud on my rose and am hoping that perhaps frost won't get it and it'll have the chance to bud.
Thank you for always providing a point to ponder.
Truly lovely! My hydrangea's color is nearly all gone. Amazing that your rose survived the cold!ReplyDelete
And I loved your sentence prompts below too. "You can eat tomorrow..." What great thing to ponder tonight. I was just thinking today about how wonderful it is when we are so "in tune" with God that everyday things become almost trivial. Oh how I wish all the moments could be that way.
thank you for joining LACE today with this lovely post - welcome!
What a gorgeous pink rose you have there - I'm so glad she survived the frost to grace your day with her delicate beauty.
One could gaze at such a perfect flower and never tire of it's effect on the mind.
It is, indeed, a lovely grace-note to you from our heavenly Father.
Thanks for sharing it with us :-)
Brenda - I can't tell you how delighted I am that you introduced yourself to me! I have thoroughly enjoyed my visit to your Beautiful Life! As I scrolled through your recent posts, I found so many common things between us - not to mention the host of commonplaces in our profiles!ReplyDelete
I am sorry about the loss of your Miss Kitty. We lost our Blaze about four years ago and did replace him (he was just shy of 17 years!). We brought home two from the SPCA - Copperfield and Emma. They are a joy. I just always need a cat.
Love your writing prompts post - very fun. I've only been blogging since March - loving it! God has used it in a mighty way in my life this year - a stormy year with many career changes that have been the Lord's way of taking me to new depths in grace and humility. Something of artistic proportions will be birthed from this, I know!
Be visiting often!
What a lovely grace note to brighten your day. I'm smelling fresh bread and looking forward to company in a few hours.ReplyDelete
A busy time, but I want to take time to just be.
Oh please, send me that frost! I so want it to come, to my neck of the woods.ReplyDelete
Sheltered roses do seem to survive for a while. But still, having her right beside you, and thus insuring she'll be able to share her fragrance, before she's dry, is the nicest way.
"The gilding of the Indian summer mellowed the pastures far and wide.
The russet woods stood ripe to be stripped, but were yet full of leaf.
The purple of heath-bloom, faded but not withered, tinged the hills...
Fieldhead gardens bore the seal of gentle decay; ... its time of
flowers and even of fruit was over."
- Charlotte Bront
Delightful! This is literally 'stopping to smell the roses'...ReplyDelete
Just a few days ago, I was walking by one of my gardens, and noticed a single pink flower blooming against all odds... a pink clematis, from a transplant that I thought had died off earlier this summer. I suppose the little beauty was my grace note :)ReplyDelete
Thank you for this ... it's lovely to think of grace notes from God above. I need to be on the lookout these days, I could use some little grace notes in my life, and I'm sure they are there but I need to stop and look for them.ReplyDelete