A train? a jet? the rumbling
builds and gusts against our face
as we move along this sheltered way.
Trees on either side sway clear to the foot;
a "creak" is heard from our lower woods.
We talk little; what words come out
are snatched away by the April breeze.
Though quiet below
there's no lack of sound aloft;
while these heavy billows roll on.
As we change course the
force now presses against our backs;
Leaves flee before our feet;
flowers and reeds bend as we pass;
bowing to the Creator of
this rushing, mighty April wind.
These were our thoughts and some of the sounds we heard as we took our walk along Darling Hill Road today. March came in like a lamb and went out like a lion this year and now April is proving quite "lionlike" as well. The tiny coltsfoot are still the only flowers we see in bloom along the lane. Their sunny, yellow faces smiling through winds and even occasional snowdrops. As always, Spring will be a fresh start and new life will return to the Hill soon.
Let us not rush it along but enjoy each new swelling of the bud and all the different grasses and flowers that appear. God gives us these things to enjoy, "...the living God, who giveth us richly all things to enjoy." ITim. 6:17
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| We have one single patch of this red columbine near Mom's house on the hill |
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| We passed the"cousin trees"today; the yellow and white birches that are growing up together |
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| Our nephew piled these rocks at least four years ago and even the snows of several winters have not taken them down |
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