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
