Fall is the season here for gold and purple blossoms.
My walk is filled with them and the butterflies are still heavily invested in the blossoms.
Oh, my heart.
Preserves made by Rebecca's own hand from fruit grown on her own piece of blessed heaven-dirt. And a snuggly blanket for the baby soon to come.
Now, you know- when I started blogging, I did not use my whole name and figured that most people would think "Ms. Moon" a pseudonym and I posted no pictures of myself or my house or anything which might identify me. I suppose I was worried that some evil person would hate me and find me and kill me or something. I don't know. Whatever.
And then, over the years, it became apparent to me that this attitude and this fear were ridiculous. We all relaxed a bit concerning crazed internet killers and now, when my friendships which have originated here become, either through actual meeting or the sending of words or tokens or homemade gifts or...well, anything sent through the mail- it seems all the more special and almost a sort of miracle. The miracle of us finding each other and becoming important in each others' lives. The miracle of caring and of being able to share deep hopes and dreams and fears and loves. The miracle of human connection which is now being made in this new, previously undreamed of way.
We take it all for granted now but honestly, it hasn't been that long since I got my first computer and began to use it for communication via email (dial-up! screech! screech, whistle, screech!). Not really that long. And then Hank encouraging me to start a blog. And then...and then.
And now. Preserves to eat and a blanket for the baby and all made with love. Some of the oldest technology used to make gifts have found their way to me through this whole internet thing and I cherish that with all of my heart.
So it's been a good day and I cleared that garden of weeds and that feels so good. Mr. Moon is going to till it after he finishes putting new brakes on a car. Or brake pads. Or something. It would be good to get it planted before the weekend when we are most likely going to get at least a lot of rain.
I am wondering what is going on in Cozumel. Are they tying things down and buying water and getting ready for the storm which surely seems to be coming their way?
May they all be safe.
Well, I need to get busy cooking our supper but first, here's a picture of my red passion flower with chickens in the background.
And the very last zinnia of the year.
It's a beauty.
Love to you all and thank you for being part of my world, my life, my heart.
The miracle is that I spent all those years not knowing you.ReplyDelete
I know! How can that even be?Delete
Thank you so much, my sweet love friend.
Oh Radish King- thank you for the blanket. I can't wait to wrap my new baby in the sweetness that comes with that blankie. Thank you for thinking of my "King Richard" and for taking the time to make it all happen.Delete
Much love and thanks,
I have given up trying to explain the beauty of blogging to non-bloggers. They just don’t understand.ReplyDelete
Well, I do. And I am so grateful for you. You will never, ever know how much you have helped me and what you mean to me.
And Birdie, you have done the same for me. Reading your blog, going through so much with you- the grief and the depression and anxiety and the hope and the days of goodness- ah. Just, thank you.Delete
I love you dearly.
what lovely gifts from the heart! No matter how we each weave our own webs........if we have woven them with love , they will come back to envelope us all over again. The love is what binds us all........... thank you for sharing your thoughts and days and life and loveReplyDelete
Thank you, Susan. What sweet, good words.Delete
I have not mailed anything to you but know in my heart I will someday. And each team I've pondered that I have envisioned addressing it simply to Ms Moon in Lloyd FL. I know you'd get it :)ReplyDelete
Jill, you're comments have been the best gift to me.Delete
I think that if you did ever send something to Ms. Moon in Lloyd it would probably find me. It is a small village I live in.
Rebecca always knows the perfect thing. You two, and others here, have enriched my world beyond measure. The truest connections we make here are at a soul level, I think, which makes them so moving and powerful. How to explain to someone who has never experienced this how much and how deeply I love people I've never met in the flesh, or maybe met once it twice in the flesh. And yet the love. Oh the love. Familial. Enduring. Enveloping like Rebecca's hugs. And yours too I'm sure. Beautiful post.ReplyDelete
Exactly- soul level. Heart level. There is something just absolutely tangible and real, even if we have never, will never actually touch. Your hand is as real to me as anything in my life.Delete
And I do love you.
Rebecca is just the best and creative and beautiful and kind and talented and lovely. Priceless gifts those are. I like being part of a handful of blogging communities. I believe I will start a blog when I get thru some hurdles in my life. But some of you have treated me so graciously I kinda feel like I'm at least a half belonger. You deserve great days like today!!ReplyDelete
I wish you would, Joanne, because you are absolutely part of this community without a doubt. You are loved.Delete
I've tried several times to grow a red passion flower vine with no success. I'll have to try again. and yes, close friends I have yet to meet though a few I have. and if I don't ever get face to face with the rest it has no bearing on the closeness, the knowing these people.ReplyDelete
You said it so well, Ellen. And the ones I have met in the flesh have been exactly and even more beloved than I had thought they would be.Delete
My red passion flower vine has so much more vine than flower that I'm not at all sure it's worth it.
Sweet treasures! I treasure the day I found your blog many years ago. I treasure the many other blogs and bloggers I found through yours. Thank you so much for continuing.ReplyDelete
And thank you so much for your comments which, as I have so often said, are my paychecks. You are precious.Delete
I agree -- the Internet and the connectivity (and blogging!) it allows IS a kind of miracle. It's very strange to think I wouldn't be in touch with you at all if not for blogging, when it feels like we have so much in common.ReplyDelete