Blue skies are up above....the sun is bright on my face....happy birds are singing their song.... and my heart is happy....
Well I took the old axe out of the pick-up bed this morning and placed it back in its place there in the feed shack. Hung my old winter chore coat in the back of the closet, and put away my long johns.
Sixty seven little calves run everywhere out there in the cow pasture. Their little tails straight back....running for all their worth. Over on a hill away from all the rest, a momma has just given birth to a new, wet, slick, black little fellow. It tries to get up but....whoops....down it goes. It tries again, its back legs are straight and its nose in the dirt, It wobbles and stands. Momma licks it and down it goes once more. Keep trying little guy and you'll get it.
Overhead the skies are a deep blue and not a cloud in sight. The bare trees stand still, casting shadows on the ground. On their branches you can see little red bumps where the leaf is starting to bud. The once brown, sleeping grasses are looking more green all the time. The wheat fields are now a carpet of deep green as far as the eyes can see.
This evening as I sat on the deck as a perfect day comes to an end, I hear the purr of our neighbors garden tiller. I love that sound or the sound of a lawn mower in the distance. Our neighbor already has pea seed, potatoes, and braccoli planted. Our own garden spot has now turned from a ugly brown dried up patch of weeds to a dark black patch of fertile soil, just waiting for its first seeds.
You hear the loud call of the geese. You look up into the sky and hold your hand above your eyes to shade them from the sun. Sure enough, over in the south against the dark blue, way up high, a huge flock makes it way north. Their wings glitter silver there in the sunlight.
Out on the clothline hangs your sheets and pillow cases. What a wonderful feeling to snuggle at night among those sheets and take in a deep breath of fresh outdoors sunshine.
The furnace fan is blinked off and the windows slide open filling the whole house with the fresh scent of new life. The first flies buzz around the window screen, hitting it as they dart here and there.
The grandboys are coming over at noon for our first "picnic". We will pack ham sandwiches, chips, carrots and apples and head out across the creek on a little board bridge, lay out a old blanket on the ground and eat there among the bare trees.
Little birds fly here and there, busy...busy.... Little peices of straw in their little beaks, finding a good place for their nest. The clothline poles make the perfect spot. There in a pile of straw in an old building is a nest of new born kittens...their eyes still shut.
In the distance the cardinal, the meadow lark, and the dove make their beautiful call. Hubby just reported that yesterday he heard and saw his first killdeer. We love those little long legged birds. They call to us from the green wheat fields..... Kill......deer, kill....deer as they run there on the ground. We feel that they are a sure sign of spring.
So see.... there is so much to be in love with!!! The long cold winter has come to an end and God is once again breathing into His creation the hope of new life, and we all have the most wonderful privilege to experience His beauties.
So.....happy spring....dear friends. I hope you can all go outside, take a deep breath of fresh air, and say to yourself...."I'm so glad to be alive!!"
Well I took the old axe out of the pick-up bed this morning and placed it back in its place there in the feed shack. Hung my old winter chore coat in the back of the closet, and put away my long johns.
Sixty seven little calves run everywhere out there in the cow pasture. Their little tails straight back....running for all their worth. Over on a hill away from all the rest, a momma has just given birth to a new, wet, slick, black little fellow. It tries to get up but....whoops....down it goes. It tries again, its back legs are straight and its nose in the dirt, It wobbles and stands. Momma licks it and down it goes once more. Keep trying little guy and you'll get it.
Overhead the skies are a deep blue and not a cloud in sight. The bare trees stand still, casting shadows on the ground. On their branches you can see little red bumps where the leaf is starting to bud. The once brown, sleeping grasses are looking more green all the time. The wheat fields are now a carpet of deep green as far as the eyes can see.
This evening as I sat on the deck as a perfect day comes to an end, I hear the purr of our neighbors garden tiller. I love that sound or the sound of a lawn mower in the distance. Our neighbor already has pea seed, potatoes, and braccoli planted. Our own garden spot has now turned from a ugly brown dried up patch of weeds to a dark black patch of fertile soil, just waiting for its first seeds.
You hear the loud call of the geese. You look up into the sky and hold your hand above your eyes to shade them from the sun. Sure enough, over in the south against the dark blue, way up high, a huge flock makes it way north. Their wings glitter silver there in the sunlight.
Out on the clothline hangs your sheets and pillow cases. What a wonderful feeling to snuggle at night among those sheets and take in a deep breath of fresh outdoors sunshine.
The furnace fan is blinked off and the windows slide open filling the whole house with the fresh scent of new life. The first flies buzz around the window screen, hitting it as they dart here and there.
The grandboys are coming over at noon for our first "picnic". We will pack ham sandwiches, chips, carrots and apples and head out across the creek on a little board bridge, lay out a old blanket on the ground and eat there among the bare trees.
Little birds fly here and there, busy...busy.... Little peices of straw in their little beaks, finding a good place for their nest. The clothline poles make the perfect spot. There in a pile of straw in an old building is a nest of new born kittens...their eyes still shut.
In the distance the cardinal, the meadow lark, and the dove make their beautiful call. Hubby just reported that yesterday he heard and saw his first killdeer. We love those little long legged birds. They call to us from the green wheat fields..... Kill......deer, kill....deer as they run there on the ground. We feel that they are a sure sign of spring.
So see.... there is so much to be in love with!!! The long cold winter has come to an end and God is once again breathing into His creation the hope of new life, and we all have the most wonderful privilege to experience His beauties.
So.....happy spring....dear friends. I hope you can all go outside, take a deep breath of fresh air, and say to yourself...."I'm so glad to be alive!!"
Beautiful weather and beautiful blog!
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