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Suck in the sweetness, beauty shining forth so that all in view must halt to witness the glimmer of what shall be as winter’s sleeping has given way to the new life of spring. The Baltimore oriole is another family favorite. We set orange cups of grape jelly lures to watch the brave, colorful dash to the banquet of treats bidding welcome to the bold fellow and his softer, yellowed lady friend. Blessings on your day, dear ones, as you suck the sweetness out of the prepared banquet table today and allow your brilliance to shine!

Pussywillows are the first sign of spring AND that it’s my birthday month. When I was little, I couldn’t remember their name correctly, but the knobs of fur-lined twigs reminded me of the pet I pined for in my dog-only family–thus the “kittywillow” was born.  Mom and I would take March walks “in the back 40” to check the progress of our budding bush–calling to any chick-a-dee-dee-dee that would listen along the way. Like a present meant for me, the “kittywillows” were almost always ready by my birthday, and the chickadees were only too happy to have us paying them visits. I cannot hear the call of a chickadee without thinking of Mom, “kittywillows”, and feeling like a most special girl, set apart, awaiting her spring gift.

Blessings on your day, dear ones. May you feel overwhelmingly “special” and “set apart” this day to receive His gift of love!

Singing–freely as part of your very being depends upon it today. From treetop to treetop, your song declares the beauty awakening in the day. The green warbler has such a delightful way to praise its creator. In the same way, the Creator has fitted a song so precisely to match the gifts of this tiny feathered being. A reminder as I sketch out the details…blessings on your day, dear ones as you sing your song.

Repositioning myself, stepping way outside my comfort zone…reaching toward the sky, rough edges, peeling, exposed exterior.  The smallest mark adds dimension to the overall. In the process, I hold breath and forget to exhale until the mark is made. Catch air, and begin again, and again, and again. It is a wonderful gift given–to start anew.  Blessings on your day dear ones, as you begin again.

The rose breasted grosbeak was finished yesterday…Dad’s favorite.  I guess budding ornithologists can be traced back generations in my family.  As the story goes, my grandfather, Clair E. Carey, met and fell in love with my grandmother, Dorothy Allison, on a bird-watching expedition.  While there were plenty of beautiful and rare birds to catch his attention, my grandfather’s gaze fell decidedly upon Dorothy.  The deal was sealed when, as they journeyed through wooded areas, they came across a log that had fallen in the path.  As my grandfather relayed this story, he offered to help Dorothy across the log.  Displaying her calm self-reliant demeanor, she sweetly responded, “No thank you.”  With that, as my grandfather would say, he was completely “smitten”.

Ready for worship this morning, and a day of peace before school resumes tomorrow.  Wishing you, my dear ones, a most blessed day.