The sound of pouring rain woke me at 1:46 a.m. and I listened as it pounded on the roof, getting louder and louder until it peaked at about 1:57, then ebbed back to just a downpour by 2:03. I got up and used the bathroom, peering out the window in the dark, wondering if the peas I’d planted would be drowned. This morning the sun came up –haven’t seen it for awhile, so that was reassuring– and I walked out to the pea trellis. One small green sprout winked at me…then another!
Spring is here! The order of the universe is faithful and the blooms are opening, pollen is flying willy-nilly, making me sneeze and snort — not a virus, thank-you-very-much!
In addition to the peas, we’ve planted potatoes…
and onions in buckets…
We’ve been sneaking out and working on our “new” bird garden as often as we can. What we’ve got here is a Peace sign within the square. I’m still calculating how to make the brick paths to the center. Next Week, during the temporary warm we’ll take out the bricks and remove the rest of the “grass” and perennials. We’ll bring in some fresh garden soil and make the circle, add the legs, and plant. I hope the growers haven’t been affected (too much) by the plague, as I have dreams of using native flowers that the Birds will Adore.
Compare and Contrast: Spring, 2020 vs. Fall, 2019
The last week has been gloomy and rainy with temperatures all over the map. Right now it’s 68 degrees, but that number will be dropping throughout the day, all the way down to 29 by tomorrow morning and predicted to be back in the upper 60s by next week then back down to 50s, a roller-coaster ride of changes in weather.
But Nature is not fooled. The weatherman says the vernal equinox is “early” this year (it was actually yesterday that the sun slid north above the equator), but the plants are oblivious, dancing to their own rhythm, one older than our “time” or “temperature”. The perennials emerge, the woodlands begin to green, and the birds begin to nest.
I’m humming a hymn (Great is Thy Faithfulness) …this verse, particularly…
Summer and winter and springtime and harvest,
Sun, moon, and stars in their courses above;
Join with all nature in manifold witness,
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy, and love.
It is one of my very favorites and I often use it as my morning prayer, filling my heart with comfort and reassurance that “Morning by Morning, New Mercies I see”. It gives me “strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow” that The Universe is unfolding as it should. Perhaps it can encourage you, as well, fellow human.
Keep on Growing…