Archive for June, 2013


It’s raining; I hear thunder, which means the  lightening isn’t very far away.  I’m sitting on the screened porch listening to the pattering of raindrops on leaves and roof.  And then I hear it:  birds songs!

Not far away there is a White-throated Sparrow singing in its clear strong voice;  it’s a beautiful song, heard above the pitter-patter of the rain.  Again and again he calls.

This set me to thinking.  What do I do when the storms of life come?   I know that if it pours down hard the birds will seek shelter and hunker down.  People do too.   But I want to be like that white throated sparrow, singing in the rain.

When our lives lose their sunshine and we walk through dark and cloudy days, when the heavens open and we can barely hear ourselves think for all the clatter and thunder going on around us,  when we think that life is on hold while we wait out the dark night, how do we find the courage to sing?

The only way I know is to trust in the One who made the rain, the storm, the wind, the lightening.  He who is in charge of the weather holds me in the palm of His hand, where I am safe, even in harm’s way.  And so I can sing!
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The Peony Farm

Frost Hill FarmPeonies have long held a special place in my heart.  My mother had them when we kids were growing up and I remember their luxurious beauty and sweet, delicate fragrance.  We used to pick the ones that were bent over and touching the ground; we shook off their compliment of ants, and brought them in to grace the table.  To this day, when I see peonies, I think of my mom.

I recently heard about a peony farm just up the road in Belmont, Vermont.  A friend and I decided to go check it out.  It was a short trip, just a few miles away, and a picture perfect New England day: bright blue sky, warm sunshine, small puffy clouds, a gentle breeze and pleasant temperatures.  And the blooms were glorious!  It seems the farm is only really open in June for the blooming season when their fields are rife with color.  And we were just in time.

Frost Hill FarmThere were single blooms and double blooms, some that looked like roses and poppies and pom poms.  They ranged in color from white to pink to cherry red to burgundy.  There were pale yellow ones and salmon-colored ones, and even some multicolored ones.  And they were all blooming in this idyllic place.  I came home with two that I hope will over-winter well and bloom next Spring.

Here is a small sampling of the many varieties we saw.

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Spring has Sprung

It’s June and glorious color has returned to the landscape.  And what a welcome change it is.  This Spring has been chilly… and rainy… but the days are long and the hills are green.  Aaaah!

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field of lupine


The lilacs in town are long faded, but because we live at some elevation, ours are delayed quite a bit.  So often we are away when they bloom, but this year we are savoring their amazing beauty and aroma.


While we dine right next to them on our porch, the tiger swallowtails and hummingbird moths are sipping their sweet nectar.

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