Blessings of Spring

With looming Winter Storm warnings posted for Northwest Indiana it seems someone did not get that memo.



Daffodils in early bud on March 2, 2012, preparing to spring forth with golden blessings of Spring.

New Year ~ New Life ~ New Hope

The mother deer brought her doe as a sure sign of new life and hope. The picture was taken a few days after Christmas from our front yard. Not so unusual for those living outside the city. We who live in the heart of the city and just feet from a busy commuter train track, find these visits an affirmation that all is right with the world and our Sister Deer will allow us to live with her and her offspring.

It is a sign of new life, new hope and a positive blessing for the New Year.

We continue to ask the Lord to bless each of you as you have blessed us.

Happy New Year!

Blessings

Signs that the long Sleep of Winter is over.

Life returns to a slumbering earth.

Those in love begin to think of wedding bells

The first signs that the warmth of Summer is just around the bend.

From the first glimpse of Poppy buds, my heart seems to pump just a little faster. I know that soon the Rice Paper like petals will soon blaze their Orange glow across the edge of our lawn.

For weeks I have not allowed anyone near the tender shoots with weed choppers or mowers for fear of losing the beauty about to be born here and having to wait another 365 days.

Oddly there are no imperfect blooms. Just the glowing orange red with the deep purple eyes greeting the warm Sun of Spring. Sadly it seems I am not the only one who waits for this Heavenly display each Spring. As I try to daily chronicle the progress of each bud to bloom, with hopes that they will form seed pods to insure next year field of splendor, I notice large holes where entire plant has either been ripped or dug from their home.

To whom ever is in such dire need of this Gift from God, they have a surprise as these flowers can not be transplanted and  grow only from the sowing of their seeds. I doubt that they , whom ever they are, will even read this much less any thing to learn about Poppies.

So I will try yet again, as God will allow, to wait until next Spring to count His blessings in my field of Orange.