It’s time for a look at August in England, 1849, through the pen of Edith Holden. As I’ve browsed through her books over the past few months in preparation for my blog post, I’ve noticed how oddly familiar her sketches are. In August she found thistles and goldenrod in bloom, birds finding summer berries as a tasty snack, butterflies feasting on nectar – these are all sights of our summers too. A different continent, a different time, but I still immediately recognize the scenes as familiar landscapes of the seasons. It’s incredibly comforting to know that the passage of seasons continues unabated in its rhythms. I doubt I would recognize much in Edith Holden’s world, just as my world would be largely foreign to her. But we would find shared kinship in the patterns of nature, the sun-kissed long days, the blooming wildflowers, and our butterfly friends. In Genesis 8, God says “As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night will never cease.” His faithfulness is echoed in the drawings of Mrs. Holden as well as in the scenes outside my window.
Blessings to you,
Sarah
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