Some how over the winter you forget the joy of working in the garden.
You forget the sweet spring smell, and the sound of the birds singing as they flit from tree to tree, the sound of a hoe thuding against the dirt. You forget the sound of Spencer and Hanna playing near by, the feeling of the damp earth in your hand, you forget the steady rythm of hoeing. You forget the way the wind blows your hair about, the way it lifts your skirt for a moment and is gone. You forget the sight of the damp still earth, the little green plants poking up, the birds when you pause to watch them.
Spring is here at last!
I will praise you, O LORD, with all my heart;
I will tell of all your wonders.
I will be glad and rejoice in you;
I will sing praise to your name, O Most High.
Psalm 9:1-2
Becca,
This is so well written!
I was there with you…but I think that the way you described how you observed things with the different senses would allow someone who was not to really get a sense of what you experienced. Great attention to detail, well done!
love you,
Mama
Becca,
I attend Discovery Moms with your mom and she is right – that is very well written. It DID Make me feel like I was there and so marveled along side of you to enjoy all the beauties of spring—that our God so kindly shares with us. Enjoyed it and was encouraged by it!