Sometimes I wish I had nothing to do but sit out here on the porch in the sun all day and watch and listen to the birds. There’s quite a symphony of birdsong going on, and a cute little chickadee just flew close by. I may not have the biggest fanciest house or the means to travel very far, but dang, I’ve got one of the best seats in the place to watch this special show Nature puts on, and I’m grateful for it.
My rhododendron managed to survive the cold North Carolina temperatures this week as they got down near freezing. This plant has been beautiful this spring, full of blooms, and I love the pink-purple pastel shade of the flowers.
Have a good weekend, and I hope you’re able to enjoy the wonderful colors that Nature blesses us with during this season.
People around the world today celebrate Easter and a risen savior. I used to believe in that Easter, a long time ago. I was the little girl going to church in a new Easter dress, the young woman playing in a Moravian band for sunrise services in Old Salem, singing Easter hymns in the church choir.
Then as a pantheist, old beliefs left behind, Easter became all about spring and Nature, new life, and family…sharing colorful eggs and baskets with chocolate bunnies with daughters, then little granddaughters, putting flowers on family graves, special Easter dinners at the Dillard House in Georgia, and it was the day my father died.
Life has changed, the world has changed, and I have changed. But today on Easter, in our own and sometimes drastically different ways, I think we are celebrating love and the sacredness of life and all its interconnections. Easter still holds and will always hold a special place in my memories, in my heart.
Just a little something for your Monday. It’s in the low 40s this afternoon, but sunny and still looking like spring.
“One attraction in coming to the woods to live was that I should have leisure and opportunity to see the spring come in.” (Thoreau)