I’m so thankful for Spring right now! Our thermometer hit 70 degrees. Rather than doing the tough walk I described earlier today, I took a short walk right after lunch. I was waiting on a call from someone who is facing a serious and scary health situation, right in the midst of a pandemic, and was also praying for a mom who was in a mess trying to get help for her preschooler who broke his foot.
Later in the afternoon, Dave took a break from his work and walked up the street with me, breathing in the fresh air, stretching legs in the sunshine, stopping to chat with some neighbors who were out, learning why a man on our street was taken by ambulance to the hospital yesterday. Oh, these days are trying, aren’t they?
I’m so glad that I took a few moments to snap some pictures with my phone after finishing my first walk. I guess I had a hunch that I would need an easy and encouraging post today. Spring was quietly doing what she always does, pushing through the ground, filling the air with bird songs, warming the breeze, delighting the eye with yellow blossoms and the hope of more beauty to come. It reminds me of a song lyric:
I’ve seen the lily push its way up through the stubborn sod.
I believe in miracles, for I believe in God.
Peonies that I planted a few years ago that have yet to bloom. I believe this will be their year.
The garlic that we planted last fall, up and looking good.
I wrote about garlic in my Patience series.
Our forsythia has struggled, but is hanging in there and trying again this spring.
Sweet daffodils, heralding spring, new life, resurrection.
Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves is heard in our land. Song of Songs 2:12