Monday, September 29, 2025

a day at home and a poem

 Morning by morning new mercies I see. Observing the sun rise just outside the dining room's east facing window, though the sun comes up much later these late September days.  I am once again arising and coming down the stairs while it is still dark. 


 This was the first year I was able to purchase from a local nursery a common rue plant, also called the "Herb of Grace".  The plant being young did not yield the spring blooming yellow flowers but the bluish green foliage is beautiful...and tasty nourishment if you are a swallowtail caterpillar! This was a delightful discovery...rue is a host for the black and giant swallowtail both of which I was able to distinguish.


With needle and thread in hand I continue stitching tiny garden flowers on linen of teal allowing quiet moments of creative peace to my day.


There is a day
when the road neither
comes nor goes, and the way
is not a way but a place.
                                                      -Wendell Berry

6 comments:

Mari said...

The sunrise is so beautiful! The caterpillars are very happy with your plant purchase. Beautiful things - and new mercies every day!

Andrea said...

I love the different hues of the sun. Beautiful embroidery! Perfect! andrea

Joyful in His Presence said...

What a lovely post, Cathy. A gentle reminder of God's mercies that are new all around us each morning. Thank you for the information on the Rue plant. I am not familiar with it, but I'm going to mention it to my husband and see if we can purchase one for next year.

Sandi said...

So beautiful and restful.

Granny Marigold said...

How lovely that you Rue plant is providing nourishment to TWO kinds of caterpillars. I have never grown Rue but maybe I should look for a plant next spring.
Thanks for the tip about banana skins in water for African Violets. I'd love to have these new plants actually thrive and eventually rebloom.

R’s Rue said...

Amen.
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