Spring Daffodils

“Daffy-down-dilly is new come to town

With a yellow petticoat, and a green gown.”

A small adventure happened.

It seems like this is what Spring should be.

Sunshine and Daffodils.

So many Daffodils that even when you’ve picked enough

to make the most massive bouquet,

no one could ever tell that some are missing.

 The girls picked flowers for hair

and oohed and ahhhed over the color variations.

The Boy picked flowers.

And rocks.

And sticks.

“Let the heavens rejoice, let the earth be glad;

let the sea resound, and all that is in it.

Let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them;

let all the trees of the forest sing for joy.”

Psalm 96:11,12

Up Into the Cherry Tree

Foreign Lands

From A Child’s Garden of Verses

By Robert Lewis Stevenson

Up into the cherry tree
Who should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad in foreign lands.

I saw the next door garden lie,
Adorned with flowers, before my eye,
And many pleasant places more
That I had never seen before.

I saw the dimpling river pass
And be the sky’s blue looking-glass;
The dusty roads go up and down
With people tramping in to town.

If I could find a higher tree
Farther and farther I should see,
To where the grown-up river slips
Into the sea among the ships,

To where the roads on either hand
Lead onward into fairy land,
Where all the children dine at five,
And all the playthings come alive.

Do not be anxious about anything, 

but in everything by prayer and supplication

 with thanksgiving 

let your requests be made known to God.

Philipians 4:6

Pastel - I Heart Faces Entry

“Pastel” is the theme for April at I Heart Faces.

I chose this photo of my Cassie Jo

and her soft yellow chick.

(This made the top ten!)

To see other entries click the

I Heart Faces button.

 

This photo was submitted to the I Heart Faces photo challenge – www.iheartfaces.com

February Winds

On a beautiful gusty day in February…

 When you don’t have a kite…

 but you do have a jump rope,

missing handles,

from the bottom of the toy box…

 and you have a plastic bag…

you go outside play with the wind.  

The Wind

by Robert Louis Stevenson

I saw you toss the kites on high

And blow the birds about the sky;

And all around I heard you pass,

Like ladies' skirts across the grass--

                  O wind, a-blowing all day long,

                  O wind, that sings so loud a song!

I saw the different things you did,

But always you yourself you hid.

I felt you push, I heard you call,

I could not see yourself at all--

                 O wind, a-blowing all day long,

                 O wind, that sings so loud a song!

O you that are so strong and cold,

O blower, are you young or old?

Are you a beast of field and tree,

Or just a stronger child than me?

                O wind, a-blowing all day long,

                O wind, that sings so loud a song!

"He who forms the mountains, who creates the wind,

 and who reveals his thoughts to mankind, who turns dawn to darkness,

and treads on the heights of the earth --

the LORD God Almighty is his name."

Amos 4:13

For A Child

                                  For a Child

                                          by Fanny Stearns Davis

by Fannie Stearns Davis

                       Your friends shall be the Tall Wind,
                       The River and the Tree;
                       The Sun that laughs and marches,
                       The Swallows and the Sea.

                       Your prayers shall be the murmur
                       Of grasses in the rain;
                       The song of wildwood thrushes
                       That makes God glad again.

                       And you shall run and wander,
                       And you shall dream and sing
                       Of brave things and bright things
                       Beyond the swallow's wings.

                       And you shall envy no man,
                       Nor hurt your heart with sighs,
                       For I will keep you simple
                      That God may make you wise.

"The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom,

 and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding."

Proverbs 9:10

Wishing to Whistle

 

  I love this child’s poem, Whistling. 

It fits Cassie Jo very well. 

She would love to be able to whistle just like her big sister,

but only once in a great while

does any sound come out!

 

 We stopped in the pasture on the way to the garden yesterday to take some “whistling” pictures. I got a little distracted and ended up with not-so-many pictures about whistling, but lots of pictures about a Little Girl with Curls, and the Wind, and the Weeds, and Puffy Summer Clouds…

 

 

 

 

Worship the LORD in all his holy splendor. Let all the earth tremble before him.

Psalm 96:9