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

Magnolias

I’m more of a wildflower girl.

I don’t much care for wearing shoes.

My hair is never perfect.

The latest trends and fashions don’t matter much to me.

 But…

When I see the grand Magnolia blossoms,

I may stand up just a bit straighter,

I might speak a little more properly,

I may even imagine I could live in a grand home…

with Magnolias arranged in a bowl adorning the entrance hall.

This tree is in the corner of our back yard. 

I thought the enormous blossoms, lace, and a beautiful evening

would add some loveliness to pictures of my daughter, Kadence.

If you look very closely three quarters of the way up the tree,

You’ll see a monkey.

Oh wait, that’s just the little sister.

“Bless the Lord, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name.”

Psalm 103:1

Drips, Drizzles, and Downpours

When I look out the windows I see dripping drops.

When I listen to the noises at night I hear

"Plink Plink"

on the panes.

Arnold Lobel says it well…

“It rains and it pours.

I’ve got too many chores,

There’s the cooking and cleaning to do.

I’d rather be out on a wet, green hill,

Laughing and dancing with you.”

-- by Arnold Lobel

We’ve had measurable rain for eighteen days straight!!!

But my father-in-law reminded me that it would have to rain

for forty days to actually break the record. J

 After a while you go crazy inside 

and just go out play in the rain.

  

How ironic that we finished school over two weeks ago

(definitely a record year for us!)

 and it’s rained every day since!

But I’m not complaining – April was so dry that the pastures

had pretty much stopped growing and Nathan was feeding hay to the cattle.

Now things are lush and green.

I quickly forget all those getting desperate prayers

 for rain only a few weeks ago.

Rain is a gift!

“Now this is eternal life: 

that they know you, the only true God, 

and Jesus Christ, whom you have sent.”

John 17:3

Roadside Weeds

It was last summer that I realized it. 

How I was drawn to the summer weeds,

the flowers, along the roadsides. 

I truly soaked in their beauty. 

But it was more than their beauty I was moved by.

 I contemplated this new emotion. 

(“New” because I always would have said I loved

 the soft and delicate flowers of spring most.)

 

Why would these wild and gangly weeds

unexpectedly be so much more beautiful to me? 

I pondered. 

It was my second summer with Lyme Disease

and its complications. 

I was eternally tired.

 I was in pain.

 I felt was surviving.

 But only surviving.

I absorbed the wild weed’s beauty.

These are flowers whose roots go deep. 

The kind whose stems bend tenaciously and

refuse to break when you attempt to pick them.

Over the summer I observed 

as they grew in the summer heat

along the dirt roads, along the interstate,

and everywhere in-between.

 They persisted in soil that was dry and rocky. 

They survived the worst of the summer thunderstorms. 

Their beauty was not fleeting.

I considered the roadside weeds

and I considered my own life.

And I knew why I felt a connection.

Because...

 these weeds are survivors.

And while they are surviving,

they bloom. 

“But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you,

for my power is made perfect in weakness.’

Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses,

so that Christ’s power may rest on me.

That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses,

 in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties.

 For when I am weak, then I am strong.” 

2 Corinthians 12:9,10

 

Transplanted into Clay

Right after lunch I dashed outside, leaving the dishes on the table,

in hopes of getting some flower plants transplanted into the soil

before the rain arrived.

The clouds were dark to the west.

Wind was whirling the helicopter seeds off the maple trees

at such a rate that it sounded as though

there were drops already pattering against the ground.

I picked out some flower plants to put into beds,

and some I saved to plant in pots that will sit on our front porch this summer.

These plants are my babies.

Back in the cold of winter I browsed through the seed catalog,

mulling over what seed varieties to buy

for the vegetable garden and flower beds.

I waited for the mailman to bring the package with all the envelopes of seeds.

And then I planted.

Some round seed, some flat, some with odd shapes, some large,

and some so small it was hard to even see them.

And I waited again.

Then there were little bits of green coming through the soil.

The little seedlings lived in our living room on shelves

with lights to grow by.

I watered and waited.

After a number of weeks some had outgrown their space

under the lights, and it was time to move them outside

to begin the hardening off process on the front porch.

They got adjusted to real sunlight and cooler temperatures at night.

But if it was really chilly, they got to come back inside.

 Now it was finally time for them to go

where they were meant to be from the beginning.

In the flowerbeds.

I set to work digging holes.

In some beds my trowel slipped easily into the earth

and brought up dark loose soil.

Perfection for little plants to begin to thrive.

Another area I planted required muscle and chopping at the dirt.

There were bright red clay clods coming to the surface.

And you know, I actually felt sorry for the little plants

with their tender white roots that were going into this hard soil.

It actually wasn’t fair that two plants

went in with the red clay,

while the other two, from the very same container,

went into the rich dark soil. 

That’s when I started thinking…

It’s something that stirs deep inside me when I think of myself

at this time in history,

in this country of the United States of America,

raised by a father and mother who loved me and protected me.

When I think of right now and the little family that is my own.

It isn’t fair that I have all of this.

So, so, SO many of my Christian brothers and sisters,

whether they live a half mile from me

or on the other side of the world,

have a life that doesn’t include these blessings.

On the other hand I have known my own seasons of hardship and pain.

As I put my little plants in the ground

I pondered God’s immeasurable plans and purposes.

I didn’t care less for the flowers I was placing in the clay

than I did for the ones going into the good soil.

Sometimes God moves us to a place of hardship,

a time in our lives where the soil is red clay

and it feels like our tender roots of faith will die.

It feels unfair that we are in this desperate time

when others seem to live life so easily.

Like the God who nurtured and loved us no longer cares.

But just like I will water and fertilize

and watch my own little plants,

God cares for each of His own.

He will not forsake the ones He loves.

In the same way that I have a plan as I put my little plants

with their tender roots in a hard place,

God also has a plan.

My plan is for these plants

to bloom and to create beauty where there is ugliness.

Can it be that God’s sure plans for each of His children

in a  difficult circumstance could be the same?

" 'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord, 

'plans to prosper you and not to harm you,

 plans to give you hope and a future. 

Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, 

and I will listen to you. 

You will seek me and find me 

when you seek me with all your heart.' "

 Jeremiah 29:11-13