Tonight, spring peeper frogs are singing at the same time as the summer locusts, or cicadas, are buzzing away.
Rain in July - a special gift for the trees and fields and pastures.
Thoughtful neighbors haul away the last tree branches broken during the earlier storm.
Two brothers paint and weed and clean up the yard.
An artist creates and gives a beautiful barn quilt.
A friend shares a picture of her tree lilies.
Conversation over a meal with long-time friends is enjoyed.
A wren sings every day in a tree above the washline.
Fresh tomato and bacon sandwiches are popular for suppers.
Bake sales, going fishing, county fairs, farmers' markets, celebrations of all kinds, rodeos and late-night music make up Kansas summer, 2021.
Grateful for the way things are right now. Having good neighbors and friends. Eating ice cream; maybe two bowls of it.
The singing frogs and buzzing locusts bring to mind the following poem by Kentucky farmer poet Wendell Berry, and the reassurance from Jeremiah 33:3:
Our Real Work
"It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings."
-Wendell Berry
"Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know." Jeremiah 33:3
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