It is Sunday morning.
Time to rest, renew, and replenish ourselves for the week ahead.
Here in North Carolina, a steady rainfall is cleansing the earth of the thick yellow pollen that has covered everything for the past several weeks. I love these rainy, cool, quiet Sundays. There’s something about listen to the raindrops fall outside my open window and knowing that Mother Nature, the greatest of all gardeners, is taking over my watering chores for the next couple of days while I sit inside, sip coffee, and write. I’m grateful for these brief (albeit forced) indoor rests. I so love and enjoy being outside, but I know it’s also healthy to stay inside and dream about everything I will do in my garden tomorrow. I’ll still slip outside several more times today and let the rain fall on my bare arms and face.
Enjoy the day however the weather is where you are and whether you are indoors or out, having gratitude for it all.
And since April is National Poetry Month–A Spring poem by Robert Frost:
A Prayer in Spring
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.
*Picture taken in the woods near my house. I love the Spring wildflowers.