New Life Everywhere

 

Spring is truly here and there are signs of new growth everywhere.

We have a bench, so we can sit on the back 'patio' and watch the sunset now.

I've been looking for killdeer nests since we moved here, and I finally found one egg! Near our mailbox. It was kind of glued to the ground, maybe just with mud. I wonder if they raise their babies right there on that spot too? I'll have to keep an eye out for what happens. Although the boys are mowing the lawn today, so it may well not survive. 😬 

Jonathan is training Harrison on lawn mowing. 

He mowed the back and front, and Jonathan is taking care of the ditches. 

Good work, boys!

The farmers are out! 

We watched one field get tilled and planted and sprayed this past week. The wind is blowing, so we're getting lots of dust. But I love that it's warm outside now.

Doc likes corn cobs. 

We had a piece of corn-on-the-cob left over, and he went to town on that thing!

He and the cats will now eat together. 

The cats still hiss at him when he gets near. He barks and whines and kind of cowers and tries to creep near them, but they just won't play. 

They like to lay down on his doghouse though. There was a whole passel of them laying on top of each other this morning, taking a nap on Doc's warm roof.

Harrison had a sty on his eye last week, and it gave him quite the bruised eye look.

My parents were up to St. Jo, MO last week for a friend's funeral, so H and I drove over to spend some time with them at a coffee shop. It was fun! Good coffee and good conversation. We'll be seeing them again when they come for Jonathan's graduation, Lord willing.

Easter breakfast at church.

Jonathan read the opening Scripture and prayed to open up the service. Good sermon and good music! Phillip was the receiver at the end of the service, and a man came forward to be baptized. 

We ate lunch together with Mimi and Papa.

Ahhhh, spring. We are glad to see you.

One of my favorite Resurrection Day poems:

Easter Night by Alice Meynell

All night had shout of men

And cry of woeful women filled his way;

Until that noon of sombre sky

On Friday, clamour and display smote him;

No solitude had He,

No silence, since Gethsemane.

Public was death;

But power, but Might,

But life again, but Victory,

Were hushed within the dead of night,

The shuttered dark, the secrecy.

And all alone, alone, alone,

He rose again behind the stone.