The soft fleece afghan around my shoulders is warmly comforting this morning. My desk is directly under an air conditioning vent. I like the cool air blowing around me but not necessarily down my neck; hence, the afghan.
The back yard crepe myrtle is lovely this year but not as much as a few years ago, before I had it cut back. Bad decision! 
It was growing very large, like a small tree, and I thought perhaps it should be pruned. Lesson learned: crepe myrtles don’t like pruning.
As I roamed the yard yesterday, I found a small, blue forget-me-not under the pin oak. I love that wonderful hue; it reminds me of a lot of people I hope never forget me and those I’ll never forget. 
The blue means faithfulness. Even though I didn’t plant it there and it has had no encouragement to come up and bloom, it did anyway. Maybe I needed the reminder that beauty exists in unexpected places.
Impatiens should be blooming in happy abandon under that tree. They were there in years past and I meant to put them there again this spring but a small thing called AFib and a hospital stay interfered. As Thomas a Kempis said, “Man proposes but God disposes.” That pretty well sums it up.
Did you read that a black bear attacked a woman who was walking her dog near her home in New Jersey, only about forty miles from New York City? Actually, her home was near a wildlife refuge and the mama bear had cubs. We who live in towns forget that wild nature is never far away although sometimes it is a well-kept secret. I know for sure raccoons, ‘possums, and skunks prowl the neighborhood under cover of night. It’s pretty neat that they keep on keeping on, doing their wild animal thing, even though civilization encroaches on their territory. Maybe I could work in something like that in Fright of the Silvery Moon or the fifth Darcy and Flora cozy. Actually, we already know that mountain lions roam the woods near Levi; Darcy has had a couple of close encounters with them.
By the way, my publisher says that Grave Heritage is with the proofer and will soon be off to formatting. Exciting! I can hardly wait for its launch and for you to see and read this fourth Darcy and Flora book. These two intrepid sleuths are hoping you like it. How do I know this? They told me, of course.
I’m reading a Dana girls mystery, published in 1936, The Secret at the Hermitage. I don’t remember reading it before but I’m reading it now and thoroughly enjoying this cozy mystery.
Remembering lovely things is a good way to start the day. I’m glad the blue forget-me-not reminded me that faithfulness and endurance continue. These are things we should never forget.
“For the resolutions of the just depend rather on the grace of God than on their own wisdom; and in Him they always put their trust, whatever they take in hand.
For man proposes, but God disposes; neither is the way of man in his own hands”. Thomas a Kempis
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