Something about the first of March unleashed a yearning in me for green. Our weather has been ricocheting between frozen and fair. I grabbed my camera and went on a quest, hoping to capture a crocus. One crocus.
I found heaps of ugly.
Black snow banks.
A litter-strewn vacant lot.
Dead stalks gawking.
Color, where are you?A tiny leaf hung on through this severe winter.
Snow is sticking to the higher elevations. Side note: I am easily annoyed with the unimaginative street names in my town. A grid of the alphabet and numbers. But Penn Avenue follows O Avenue. Because no one wants to live on P Avenue!
Now this is what I was searching for — that bright green that sings Spring!
I always return to this turret. Turrets are terrific. I’m counting on turrets in heaven.
Love the blue bench.
A befitting front door.
Voted Best Receptacle
Of course I had to peruse the Little Free Library. I took home The Martian.
I had given up on finding flowers. No crocus. But, three blocks from home, beauty interrupted my walk. I’m the worst at plant identification. If I called these Lily of the Valley would I be correct? I would be incorrect. These are Snowdrops. They were an afternoon benediction.
Here are a few tasty morsels that I’ve relished in my reading:
The world came apart into three segments —
the “First World: of free market trading nations,
the “Second World,” or Communist bloc,
and the economically underdeveloped
but politically emerging “Third World.
~ from Coming Apart, Coming Together by Edward Kantowicz
[Do you know how many years I have wondered
about Third World countries? If they are Third,
who is First and Second? Never had it make sense
until this week. This is a ta-da! aha! wow! moment.]
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The name Cerignola meant land of cereals,
and it was thus the origin of the word “Cheerios.”
It grew hard wheat, the best in Italy and possibly
the best in the world for making pasta.
The Romans stored the wheat in the ground,
silos in reverse.
~ from The Wild Blue by Stephen E. Ambrose
[Think c as in ciao! I had to Google Earth Cerignola.
It is just south of the the spur on the back of the boot.
I zoomed in, trying to find the Roman holes in the
ground, but, alas, they are too small. ]
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A little thing is a little thing,
but faithfulness in little things is a very great thing.
from A Chance to Die, The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael,
by Elisabeth Elliot
[How encouraging is that? I’ll write a full review when I finish.]
The photo reflects my craving for spring.
We’ve awoken to snow for the last ten (?) days.
These are “four season days”.
If you don’t like the weather, just wait an hour or two.
It will change.
“My concluding charge is this: First, love and honor your parents in all areas of life. You graduates are going to be leaving home, but do not let your heart leave your parents….
Second, love God in all areas and corners of your life. You graduates will be leaving your homes, but do not let your hearts leave your God.“
~ from a graduation speech given May 26, 2007
used by permission from Mr. Boyd, emphasis mine
Here’s a question: do you ever have standard gifts that you give for special occasions?
I’m looking for new ideas for graduations, weddings and baby showers. I used to buy five copies of The Joy of Cooking at a time, so it was handy and available whenever I got a wedding invitation. There is something serendipitous when you find the perfect item, on sale, and pick up several for the future. I’m a little low on serendipity these days….