We go too fast! Day in, day out, the time slips away. We do our duties...work, home, volunteer, take children to activities, celebrate holidays, and stay in constant motion.
We go too fast! And in so doing, we often miss the little joys. I recently received an email from a friend:
We have a little Jenny Wren that builds a nest in the wreath on our front door. As soon as I put it up last week - she went to work. The nest is huge and the children love that she comes every year. My son said: "Well, Momma, she was just waiting on you to build her home!" We love that little bird -- ahhhhh, the simple things in life.
Today, I will slow down. I will look for the little things - the simple things in life.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
THE DAFFODILS
The bright yellow blotches against a canvas of brown leaves caught my attention when I glanced out my laundry room window. It is only the first of March, but the weather has been warm; early blooming bulbs and shrubs brighten the dull landscape.
Most surprising to me is that these bulbs have been buried in the earth for over thirty-five years! They have never been dug, separated, replanted, and yet, each Spring, beautiful, large daffodils appear in different places in my yard. Rarely do I see them in the same spot. The ones near the stone steps bloomed last year, and those near the big oak burst forth this week. Part of the joy is the wonder of why!
Perhaps deep-digging squirrels have stirred the earth a bit . Or maybe rain and flow of water moved the topsoil. For whatever reason, the loving effort of someone planting the bulbs years ago grabs my attention and puts a smile on my face!
And I think that perhaps within me – within all of us – there are wonderful things buried deeply. I plan to “stir” around and see if I can recapture some. Maybe I will write a note to an old friend, or call a relative I haven’t talked to in a while. Perhaps I will say an extra “I love you” to my sisters and laugh as we reminiscence childhood fun. It is time to bring forth …to Spring!
Most surprising to me is that these bulbs have been buried in the earth for over thirty-five years! They have never been dug, separated, replanted, and yet, each Spring, beautiful, large daffodils appear in different places in my yard. Rarely do I see them in the same spot. The ones near the stone steps bloomed last year, and those near the big oak burst forth this week. Part of the joy is the wonder of why!
Perhaps deep-digging squirrels have stirred the earth a bit . Or maybe rain and flow of water moved the topsoil. For whatever reason, the loving effort of someone planting the bulbs years ago grabs my attention and puts a smile on my face!
And I think that perhaps within me – within all of us – there are wonderful things buried deeply. I plan to “stir” around and see if I can recapture some. Maybe I will write a note to an old friend, or call a relative I haven’t talked to in a while. Perhaps I will say an extra “I love you” to my sisters and laugh as we reminiscence childhood fun. It is time to bring forth …to Spring!
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