“When the sun in the mornin’ peeps over the hill, and kisses the roses round my window sill, Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill of the birds in the treetops on Mockin’ Bird Hill.” Or right here just over the hilltop in Norwood. It is pure joy to hear the birds cheering me hello as my day begins. The sun rises, not on any roses yet, but still fills my heart with gladness as it warms the air and brightens the day. I am so thankful for the seasons coming and going, remembering that God is sustaining the universe daily. Yes, “to every thing there is a season.”
Friday evening the peepers were heralding their spring overture along with the warm rain. Another joyful noise in the cool of an evening.
Yes, to every thing there is a season
Dick has started raking last fall’s leaves and exposing the hidden green vegetation reaching for the sun’s warmth and rays, too. This morning he was also picking up twigs and branches from the high winds’ pruning work both on our property and our neighbor’s to the north of us. Some of our tree’s debris fell on her lawn. Spring is sprouting just over the hilltop.
Pianos and washing machines
Friday evening the bookstore hosted a wonderful Old-Time Gospel Sing-Along and such a blessing it was. We sang many songs pertaining to Palm Sunday and the Resurrection along with other beloved hymns. Once again we ended with “When the roll is called up yonder I’ll be there.” This is one of my favorite hymns, having listened to my Mom and Grandma Bills play and sing it when I was a child. Each child holds different memories of childhood and so, dear friends, give them something precious to remember. It may be just the sounds of a regular daily routine.
Karen told me recently that when she hears a washing machine and dryer working it takes her back to the house in Vermont. She would have been under twelve years old, but those two sounds together tell her that “Mom is home and all is well.” How special is that? I was a stay-at-home mom and am happy to say that she is too, and now making memories that will become precious to her children. I’m thankful for pianos and washing machines.
Elizabeth came yesterday to help me with more cleaning. She worked in the Iris room while I started in the living room. Windows and curtains are washed and sparkling, the walls and under the furniture and rugs cleaned, and while there is still more to go, my favorite part is moving the furniture around and other items that I already have to make me think I’ve been shopping and that a room has been “updated.” It is looks and smells fresh and clean. If Elizabeth didn’t come to help I would still be procrastinating and delaying the needed cleaning. She is my motivator in getting the job done. Thank you, Lord, for nearby grandchildren. And thank you to Elizabeth for be willing to help.
I walked around the yard yesterday after dropping Elizabeth off and found the swelling of the lilac buds in preparation for the May flowering. The old adage says “April showers bring May flowers” and as I mentioned earlier there is a time for everything. Bring on the lilacs which though are not my favorite flower, they are my favorite fragrance.
Keep enjoying the beautiful North Country springtime and for those who celebrate the Resurrection of Jesus Christ, may you have a blessed Holy Week. Love, Sharon