Thursday, April 11, 2019

Dear God,

The buds sprang forth on the flowering crabapple tree.  It seems they were not there yesterday but today after 70 degree weather, they pushed out reminding me of the rotation of seasons.  How beautiful that little tree will be in a couple of weeks, first the flowers, then the berries.  The birds are exceedingly happy about that.

Every season is full of wondrous surprises.  The barrenness, the budding, the blossoming, the drying up, the winter berries, food for the birds in the dead of winter, all such amazing signs of your creative work in the cosmos.  I can hardly take it all in.

Thank you
for this
marvelous season.
Like every season
before it,
beauty and
goodness appear.
Such gifts
remind us
of you.

Love, Andrea