And behold how the kids have grown:
But most of all the passage of time is seen in this one:
Meet “Calvin & his Hobbes”!
All for now,
must try to keep up!
And there she stood trembling in a stout Nor’wester, hanging on to her latent bouquets for all she was worth…
…biding time till it’s safe to unfold her blooms.
And I sought refuge among the great rocks guarding the shore. I found the perfect spot, shielded from wind but open to sun. As I bent to scrutinize my seating what should I see but this wee handful of ice pellets…
And then I remembered the storms of the previous night—a hazy recollection of dreams disturbed by something lashing at the windows…ahh, there must have been hail. And here lay its very last vestiges, hidden by the great rocks now sheltering me.
So I sat just a while viewing the sea from my this fine vantage point, basking in sunshine, listening to the trickle of water making its way down through crevices in the rock slabs to the sea and watering spring’s first greens on its way…
Ahh…what a delectable spot to bloom, here beside the sea.
From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock [that] is higher than I.
For thou hast been a shelter for me, [and] a strong tower from the enemy.
I will abide in thy tabernacle for ever: I will trust in the covert of thy wings. Selah. Ps.61:2-4
I learned something new this week—snowdrops have a scent. It’s not easy to notice. They hover just inches from the ground tucked under the branches of our currant bush…but a friend said they smell, so I went straightway out and selected a blossom to sample.
And so we wait….
through days of rain and some of sun…
And I find that though I thought I’d whipped winter this year—not gotten sick, not succumbed to the blues, not even paid much heed to wind or weather… that just maybe the hardest part of winter is the part just before spring truly comes. Hopes are stirred by the odd sunny day. Expectations rise. And suddenly it’s hard to wait after all and maybe I am a little glum….
That’s when every little whiff of spring helps—
“For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience…”
“May you be strengthened with all power, according to his glorious might, for all endurance and patience with joy…” Col.1:11
And maybe this old hymn will hit the spot for you as it has for me this week:
Joyful, joyful we adore Thee,
God of glory, Lord of love,
Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee,
Opening to the sun above.
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness,
Drive the dark of doubt away;
Giver of immortal gladness,
Fill us with the light of day.
–Henry Van Dyke