My friend has been posting gorgeous pictures of her garden on the computer. The flowers are beautiful. Such vibrant colors. Everywhere I go, I stop and stare at the flowers. They are astonishingly beautiful this spring. I've heard many people express that same opinion. If I didn't know better, I would even think that I had a green thumb. My geranium has grown all over my front porch and has bloomed red petals everywhere . I even had a man from across the street say something to my husband about how pretty it was.
Retirement has been good for my gardening. I have a lot more time. Like every living thing, plants just need a lot of tender loving care. Along with my flowers, I have about 10 tomatoes on two tomato plants. I also planted a little herb garden too; peppermint, peppers, cilantro, basil and more tomatoes. Love those tomatoes. Can't wait to have a tomato sandwich with lots of mayo. Yum!
Talking about tomatoes, makes me think of the time when I was single, divorced, my daddy knew how much I loved tomatoes, so he planted some for me in my backyard. The vine flourished and I had a lot of juicy red tomatoes to eat. He was a good gardener, so he knew just what to do, The little bit I know about growing a garden I learned from watching him. That daddy... he spoiled me like that.
Love how little birds make their nest and lay their eggs in your plant pot right on your porch or in your wreath hanging on the door this time of year. We have a lot of birds at our bird feeder but this one little bird (don't know what kind it is) wakes me up every morning with her loud energetic singing. It is very happy. Not only happy but very hyper. Mommy bird and daddy bird are constantly working; looking for a place for a nest, building a nest, sitting on the eggs, going to get a worm, and feeding their little birdies. I wasn't sure there was anything in the pot on our porch until I had watched either the mommy or daddy fly back and forth to the pot constantly one day and decided to look. Sure enough I saw tiny eggs lying in the little nest that they had built in the dirt underneath the plant. It wasn't many days after that that my husband and I looked again and about four little mouths flew wide open when we pulled back the leaves of the plant. I'm sure they were close by watching attentively as we plundered their prize possession. We were very careful not to expose them.
Buzzing bees and lots of other six-legged creatures flying all around. Spring has definitely arrived.
My birthday fell on the day before Easter this year. It has happened a few times in the past. If I was a mathematician I would be able to figure out how many times. I'm not. I love having a spring birthday. All my birthday parties were decorated with spring things when I was growing up. I am so happy that my daughter was born in the spring too. Bless her heart, what kind of parties do you think she always had? Yep! We had dyed eggs, colored grass, woven baskets, and flowers for decorations at every birthday party.
My mama believed in dressing us up in our new frocks for Easter when we were growing up. I have pictures of my sister and I all decked out complete with new dress, new shoes, bonnet, and gloves. It was Easter! The resurrection of Jesus meant new clothes for us too. Such fond family memories.
I just love spring! Everything wakes up from the dead of winter and dresses up in its finest attire. Every tree lies dormant before it becomes clothed in all it's beauty. Every tiny bud and seed no matter how small, lies quietly asleep beneath the earth before the warmth of the sun causes it to shoot forth for all to see. The symbolism of death and life is so beautifully portrayed in nature. It reminds us so of the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. Everywhere you look is a constant reminder of His great love for us.
I was washing dishes, looking out my window and thinking about how pretty everything was this spring and I had a flashback of when I was younger and just saved. I was an adolescent, not sure how old. That night I went to the alter at the little Methodist church in Vernon. I accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior. I remembered how beautiful everything was the next day. I woke up that morning and looked outside and everything was a color that I had never seen before. I had never noticed how green the grass was, how blue the sky was, everything was a brighter hue than I had ever seen. It was like Jesus had put rose colored glasses over my lenses. What he had actually done was opened my eyes and made everything new. It was truly a glorious day!
My pastor is preaching a series on how God turns our blunders into blessings. That's the beauty of who He is! That's His very character. He says to us, "Come unto me those who are heavy laden and I will give you rest." Well I don't know about you but when I try to live this life without Him, I get burdened down. It's a heavy load that we were never meant to carry alone. So, I often just have to let my hopes, my dreams, die. I know in His perfect time He will bring forth something beautiful.
All of His creation is beautiful, but we are His most precious creation. His masterpiece. Created to love and adore Him. Each one of us with special abilities, talents, and gifts, unique to only us.
It's spring! So let's just bloom where ever we are planted...and share those unique gifts with others.
Living Loved,
Sammie Jean
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