Today at Iten's Acres:
The grayness of the
clouds and the gaiety of the sun were in a day long battle. The wind
couldn't decide whose side it was on. I am in love with both. Perhaps
that is the wind's problem as well. Too much love for ever changing
beauty.
The rain and the melting snow have teamed up to flood in
every little--or wide--expanse that they can find. The brown shag of
the river birch is no doubt delighted,
and I'm sure the pussy willow by the "real" pond is dancing in the wind
as well. Some of its red buds are already exploding into silver blooms.
It never waits for spring. Impatience is a virtue.
The ground
itself is still rock hard, frozen--dare I say, Greenbayish. Though the
weather folks are predicting sixty degrees tomorrow, I don't think it
will be enough to soften the soil and befuddle my bulbs and flowers into
visions of spring. And the cold is coming back! I hope it brings its
white blanket with it. I am always ready for a snowwalk, and I have not
yet experienced this year the majesty of a moonlight sonata in the back
meadow of Iten's Acres. Yes, believe it or not, I have music in my
soul. And standing under stars and moon in the brightness of a snowy
field makes my heart sing--even in times of absolute silence and
windless stillness. I can hear His creation sing. Maybe it's my
gardening angels?
One miracle. As the rains fell and the
temperatures rose and the snow melted, a metallic pink buttercup spread
its petals and nodded to the sunshine. Hiding all this time, warm with
snow, waiting for another chance to beautify its world. And thankfully,
it's my world too. Beauty by surprise is a marvelous joy. I pray I am
caught off guard another million times.
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