THESE ARE THE DAYS THE LORD HATH MADE...REJOICE AND BE GLAD

Spring is upon us.

Flats of flowers have begun to appear from various sources: from elementary school, from church, and from Dear Daughter on Mother’s Day.

Both lawns are in full growth mode. And we don’t put down fertilizer.

A fence needs repairing.

Interior walls have been painted and exterior ones could use similar attentions.

The North beckons. The Lake calls. The towns and villages we love so much await.

Dear Sophie Matilda can walk again around the ponds at the Nature Center.

The umbrella is up on the deck and the flags can be unfurled.

The cycles turn, life goes on.

There are songs to sing and beautiful things to do and see.

And then there is the awareness that all of these are but forshadowings of things to come.
Perhaps this realization is the most important of all realities.

C.S. Lewis reminds us:

The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them, and what came through them was longing. These things – the beauty, the memory of our own past – are good images of what we really desire…; they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.