Getting to Watch
Yes, this year, I get to watch the grass poke up. It happens in such a short time frame. Winter subsides and Spring engages. Dates do not matter. Weather patterns and alignments of planets and sun and moon matter. They are ready. The wood is ready. The animals are ready.
Bright blue bird and stark red jay flew through the land. They are ready. Goose honked in chorus headed for more northerly climes.
The dogwood and plum and pear are the first to leave winter and spring leaf. This year, I fenced around them to protect young shoots from hungry deer. Sorry, guys and gals. You did not leave anything for me last year. Animals only share in cartoons.
There is my favorite tufted titmouse. An odd name for a pretty songbird.
Springing My Soul
This time is about me coming alive also. Winter has been hard. Many deaths and sicknesses and tramas have hit over the years. This one was stout. Friends are suffering. That strains me in my late and early prayers.
Work in the community has been tough. There are changes. Old war horses have given up vision and are headed out to pasture. Gaps in the wall are not good. They did not train adequate replacement. They did not instill vision in another generation. Not good. Work in the community and culture will struggle.
New business is taking every thought I can think. Turning the double nickel, I am pressed to reinvent myself and everything I do. Entrepreneurs should be young of body, soul, and mind. That is not an age thing. It is a Spring thing.
Isaiah said it best. Young men will lack and suffer hunger. The lion will struggle. Those that get a postiive expectation of good and grace of the Lord will never be like that. They will walk and not faint. They will run and not be weary. They will mount up with wings as eagles. They will be strong and verdant even in their old chrononlogical age according to another writer. Let me at em.