There blooms beside the sea come spring a wild beauty of a currant bush. I journeyed down today to see whether it had yet bloomed.
And there she stood trembling in a stout Nor’wester, hanging on to her latent bouquets for all she was worth…
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…biding time till it’s safe to unfold her blooms.
Meanwhile a wind-buffeted tug huddled by the mill to wait out the weather…
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.
–LS
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