Creekside Creature Comforts
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today...

Life has been so full! Winter left and I was too busy to notice! All of a sudden I took a look around the yard and most of the snow was gone. The grass is looking all brown and flattened. Where the kids had made a snowman earlier this year there's just a small pile of items that used to be snowman parts. The creek is running and the kids had a great time cracking the remaining ice that still covers certain areas.

Now I'm missing our farm. Spring was always such a special time for me there. Each day as the warmer weather arrived I'd look outside and it was as if God had painted another thin layer of pale green wash over all the earth. Layer by layer the green would get more intense as the new grass would start pushing out of the earth. I'm looking forward to seeing what spring has in store for us here in town. But I must take the time to look - clear the schedule and make a point to enjoy the "small moments". Tomorrow being Sunday I plan to take a day of rest and wander my city homestead in search of "signs of spring".

One thing that I will really miss most about the farm is watching the baby geese start appearing. Where they nested we never did find out, but suddenly one day - there the parents would be with 3 or more goslings trotting along behind them.

 

A Prayer in Spring
 
  Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.

Robert Frost


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