Monday, August 25, 2014

The Simple Gifts of August


Dear friends, our weekend arrived warm and bright, and with it came a rejuvenating of my spirit, in small and big ways.


Saturday morning, after a refreshing and needed time of prayer and devotion, I made a simple meal of biscuits and eggs and buttery grits, in true Southern fashion. The air was cool enough to have breakfast on the patio, so that’s what we did.


Long ago, I discovered there’s healing in the outdoors. Being surrounded by nature brings peace to the mind and calm to the body. With only the sound of water trickling down the rocks of the little backyard pond, I looked at the man across the table and felt safe and loved.

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I spent some time working on one of the final steps of my baby blanket, whipstitching the strips together. Despite a rocky start, it’s finishing up nicely in shades of yellow and white. Considering I started over three times, that's nigh to a miracle right there. Next, I'll crochet two rounds of edging then I'll be done. My grandbaby is now about the size of a peach. I think often of this unborn child and feel my heart widen as I prepare to fall head-over-heels in love.

Later in the afternoon, I drove down the tree-lined street that takes me to my twin sister’s house. Pie was there in all of her sweetness. After a lively welcome, filled with the three of us singing and dancing in the foyer, I watched as she toddled about, carrying a lemon in each hand. Her Nonni wasn’t sure why the lemons had so captured her attention, but we dared not take them from her as she made it clear they were hers to carry.

When she saw me open one of the many books Nonni keeps on hand, she rushed over and settled on my lap, listening intently to the words and studying the pictures, the lemons still clutched in each hand.

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Before I left, she let go of the lemons and played the piano for me, then enjoyed big gulps of Nonni’s sweet tea, one precious foot getting a lift from Nonni’s boot.

Making my way back down the shady street that leads me home, I gazed up into the blue skies of August and said, “Thank you, Lord, for all of these many gifts, for the ordinary things that make my life so rich and beautiful.”

What is life? It is the reviving that comes from prayer and devotion, the steady flame that burns in the soul that neither man nor circumstance can extinguish. It is preparing a simple meal and sharing it with my beloved, while the sound of trickling water brings calm to a late-summer morning. It is the patter of little feet across a sunlit floor, and a sister who prays for me and cheers me on. It is the stitching of common threads that come together in a pattern of uncommon beauty. If life is what you make of it, then I choose a simple one, rich in all of the things that matter. 

Until next time, dear friends, the calendar is a week away from September, a fact I find both shocking and soothing. My gut tells me fall will come earlier than usual this year. I, for one, am sitting on ready. In the meantime, I trust you are well and are unwrapping your own gifts of August.

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18 comments:

  1. Dayle, what a beautiful post. I can feel the fullness of your heart in every sentence. You are right, these are the things of life and these little moments are what make it so worth the livng! I know you have to be just about bursting with joy as you are anticipating the birth of this precious grandbaby! There is no doubt you are going to be a fabulous grandma....or whatever you choose to be called! Have a blessed week!

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  2. Such a pleasant way to start my day...
    I too am ready for the beauty of autumn...
    Have a cozy day! : )

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  3. Such sweetness... The blanket looks so pretty. You've done very well.

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  4. Beautiful post! It is surely all those little things that some take for granted that are the most important things in life. Strangely enough, my husband and I agreed we can even feel fall in the air here in Florida today!

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  5. Oh what a precious blog post. I am continually amazed at the wonder of a child. A child's hands holding lemons or a bundle of flowers picked from a field (never weeds from a child-always flowers), or a glass of water with puddles of water and dirt running down the sides. All are just precious moments that we must remember and cherish. You always express your thoughts so beautifully. I know you are excited about that grandbaby! My baby to be was the size of a turnip last week. My baby girl is going to let me go with her to her next appt on Sept 15. This is her first sonogram since being released from IVF specialist. I am so excited to see our precious one!

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  6. What a beautiful post, Dayle. It seems you have been blessed with much. xo Laura

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  7. Your afghan is looking lovely, dear sis. Persistence paid off! This picture of pie girl, gulping down my iced tea is simply priceless. She brings me more joy than anything I've ever known. Thanks for loving her the way you do. I can't wait to love on your little grand. :-)

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  8. Ahhhhhhhhugust. Ahhhhh. What a sweet post! Especially drank in that little footsie on Nonni's boot!

    Hugs and happy week,
    Kelley~

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  9. Dear Dayle...Oh, HOW did I miss that Grammie post? I am SO EXCITED for you and your daughter. What wonderful news. Oh joy! Joy! Joy!

    Your afghan looks gorgeous. Love it.

    Beautiful writing, by the way. You are a fabulous writer. Love your essays. Susan

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  10. Such a lovely post! My hubby and I are just returning from a Western festival in Utah. We got to visit old movie and TV stars, and shop all things western, and even dress up as a marshal (hubby) and his city girl wife (me)!! Next weekend is a town-wide yard sale event!

    August is finishing rather nicely!

    GOD BLESS!

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  11. I was thinking the same things this week, thanking God for the things we so often take for granted - being able to see color, breathing fresh air, for music...What a darling little one that is. And that reminds me that I have a baby blanket to sew!

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  12. This whole thing was wonderful and drew me in. I could picture the visit with Gayle and Pie very vividly. However, it was the next to the last paragraph that really got me. You are such a gifted writer so I'm used to being moved by your words, but that paragraph was particularly poignant to me this morning. LOVED it and Happy Almost Autumn to you.

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  13. Who could ask for more - feeling safe and loved.

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  14. Loved your words here...soo meaningful and true. The blanket looks wonderful! How excited and happy you must be.

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  15. "there’s healing in the outdoors." An absolute true statement!@!!! Love the picture of your granddgt with of her little feet standing on yours. Life is good!!! Happy Thursday, Dayle. .

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  16. So excited and happy about the newest family member.
    Thanks for keeping us posted.

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  17. oh dear, you use the OLD JARS for Canisters too!!! When I lived in Texas, the first time I saw a friend pull out FROM INSIDE THE KITCHEN CABINET I knew that's what I want for my canisters. I diligently searched flea markets for affordable ones for several years -I would not trade them for the fanciest, most trendy or expensive to be found. & did a pantry post recently inspired by the "old ones".

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