Scorching, torrid, unwelcome
and unbearable the month of June... yet the Grace of God is available to all but
the most non-perceptive. Only to the sensitive eye.
Who pauses, listens, feels
and looks at all these things that refresh and rejuvenate?
The delicate rustle of leaves
as the wind moves through the foliage; the cool air which caresses and embraces;
the fresh lemon laburnums in full blossom - like bunches of grapes – tantalising
me to touch and pluck them; the rich heady fragrance of the pure white double
motia which transports me from the banal environs to an enchanting world; the maroon,
yellow and black bird houses in the thick shady foliage of a large peepul tree
protecting and sheltering the birds like no aircon can.
The warm welcome of a
sweeping lady who rests her large broom to give way and most of all the sight of
a water pitcher with a long handled tumbler placed so carefully on well arranged
bricks for the thirsty wayfarer.
I bow to the thought and consideration of the Mind that brings all this to us!!!
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