Thursday, March 18, 2010

Dear God,

I'm clearing the land. I remember watching movies about settlers clearing the land, building a cabin and outbuildings, and making a tract of land livable. Well, our land is already established; however, fall and winter left behind its remnants. Leaves are everywhere in the backyard. Branches and limbs clutter the areas under the maple and river birch trees. Trash has situated itself on the lawn. Stems and oriental grasses litter the garden and surrounding area. So I'm clearing the land.

I'm having fun. It has been months since I have had this much energy. I feel like I just stepped out of the grave and pronounced myself alive. How glorious!

Although there is much, much to do, I love to rake an area and then admire the beautiful, brilliant green grass. I enjoy ripping out last year's blooms and finding little knobs of green pushing up through the soil. I like cutting back the grass and seeing the rolling hill just behind the house. All this is made better by the symphony of bird song. I feel so blessed!

Great and Wondrous God,
nature is golden,
an array
of beauty
and wonderment.
How I
treasure moments
in your creation.
I applaud
your work,
Ever-Creating God.

Love, Andrea