A Line of Blue

When Melanie was pregnant with Mei-Ling I shopped both pink and blue until we knew for sure that it was a girl. So today I went through the baby storage bin I had tucked away in a closet, taking out the little blue clothing. Some of it, actually lots of it, little smocked bubble outfits, so very English looking. Certainly reflecting my taste in baby clothes. I suspect Melanie and Casi will opt for a more modern look, but Grammie can still play dress up baby when he comes to visit.
I washed a load of little blue sleepers and blue blankets and stood back when I was done, trying to imagine the joy of another baby in the family. Tiny smiles and the profound beauty of a sleeping baby in my arms. They grow up so fast, each moment cherished for exactly what it is, precious.

I wandered around a bit after the baby clothes were hung up and marvelled at the small changes that come from one rain this time of year. Things perk up so fast. I am looking forward to fall planting, playing in the dirt in a constructive kind of way.

Watermelons are still growing in the garden and promise to provide a luscious treat soon. There is never a time I don't think of the garden as an incredible blessing. To see life sprout from a seed and turn into food for the table is always a miracle to me.

Its a quiet sort of day, the kind I seem to like the best of all. Slow and easy, flowing along with some unseen, unheard rhythm of life.