Although it is only a quarter to nine, it has been a perfect day so far. I slept in until 6:00; got up to put Speedy out, which was not the struggle it sometimes is; cleaned up the kitchen (it's amazing how many dishes accumulate after I've done the supper dishes); made breakfast; cleaned the kitchen again; took Speedy for a walk; did my daily devotions and folded yesterday's laundry. Now I get to put my feet up with a glass-tea and see if Lloyd will get dressed to take the car to the carwash. I'm not going to push him. If neither of us leave the house until tomorrow, I'll be just as happy.
The day is perfect, as I said. It is just cool enough not to raise a sweat during a leisurely walk—barely a breeze, which is a blessing in Kansas. A bit of ground fog lay across the grass of Wildwood Park as we started out this morning, but by the time we returned from our mile-route the fog had dissapated. The sun has come up through a thin screen of cloud to turn every blade of dew-drenched grass into a diamond studded scepter for a faery monarch. The clouds burned off pretty quickly and now the September sky is an unblemished blue bowl. There will be small planes aloft later this afternoon as pilots with planes at Dead Cow International (approximately a mile to our northwest, and I kid you not about the name) get in their airtime. Maybe if Lloyd washes his car, we'll take a picnic out to Riverside Park or to Afton Observatory by the lake afterward.
Ground fog at Wildwood Park
Sunrise, Sep 20, 2008, Wichita, KS
Why I am glad I don't have a mimosa tree, in spite of the lovely smell in early summer
This was meant to show the dew on the grass. Oh, well.
The word of the day for September 20, 2008 is "perfection" — Pronunciation: \pər-ˈfek-shən\
Function: noun.
Etymology: Middle English perfeccioun, from Anglo-French perfection, from Latin perfection-, perfectio, from perficere.
Date: 13th century.
1: the quality or state of being perfect: as a: freedom from fault or defect : flawlessness. b: maturity. c: the quality or state of being saintly. 2 a: an exemplification of supreme excellence. b: an unsurpassable degree of accuracy or excellence. 3: the act or process of perfecting.
Our quote for the day is from Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1900–1944), French aviator, writer. Wind, Sand, and Stars, ch. 3:
Perfection is finally attained not when there is no longer anything to add but when there is no longer anything to take away, when a body has been stripped down to its nakedness.
;^) Jan
5 comments:
Loved the photos. I doubt Mimosa trees would grow over here but judging by the seed pods maybe that is just as well.
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Hi Jan, Greeting from another perfect day over here in Wiltshire..That is the 2nd day in succesion !! Yipee...after the terrible summer we have had it is just soooooooooo soooooooo lovely to see and feel that warm sunshine. I was even able to trundle up to the church earlier to take the harvest goods up and help prepare the church for tomorrows harvest festival service. (our weather has been so unpredictable that I havn't dared to "walk" "trundle" far from home all summer)
then this afternoon Mary and I have been sitting out just lapping it all up. I half expect to see some hot air balloons pass over tonight if the breeze is in the right direction... Hope that you managed to get over to Riverside Park.
Love Sybil xxx
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I shall never reach perfection! Haven't been to Kansas in many years but remember driving through many times. Dannelle
I so enjoyed your use of alliteration in your wonderful description of your mile long walk across Wildwood Park. I was there with you, seeing everything you saw.
What a 'perfect' entry you made today Jan. So full of imagery.
It was a pleasure to read.
Thank you for enabling me to see your 'perfect' day.
hugs
Jeanie xxx
hi jan, the walk sounded lovely! pics look great! take care mrs t xx
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