“Spring is when you feel like whistling, even with a shoe full of slush.”
— Doug Larson
This pretty much sums up our lead in to spring!
We have had so much rain this winter that the ground continues to be saturated.. I wanted to cut some daffodils, but I need waders to get over to them.. Maybe I can tomorrow..
But with the spring -like feel to the air,, it really makes me want to get the house all spruced up!
“The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size.”
— Gertrude S. Wister
To bring out the flowery glory of spring I happened to be at Pier 1 yesterday and found gorgeous pillows for the sofa!!!
My geneaology table,, actually is the antique gateleg table that my grandfather made for his new farmhouse he built following WWI. I like to keep it vintage looking in tribute to my heritage!
The trays are up, the hedges broken down,
That fenced the haystack, and the remnant shines
Like some old antique fragment weathered brown.
And where suns peep, in every sheltered place,
The little early buttercups unfold
A glittering star or two--till many trace
The edges of the blackthorn clumps in gold.
And then a little lamb bolts up behind
The hill and wags his tail to meet the yoe,
And then another, sheltered from the wind,
Lies all his length as dead--and lets me go
Close bye and never stirs but baking lies,
With legs stretched out as though he could not rise.

Spring time puts such a spark in my giddy up... I have found a spring in my step... a praise in my heart and a love for the One true Creator of all things... Spring is a tribute to His great majesty. Tomorrow when we host a prayer vigil in this room, we will be reminded to praise Him for the Beauty of the Earth !
For the beauty of the earth
For the beauty of the skies
For the love
which from our birth
Over and around us lies
Lord of all to thee we raise
This our joyful hymn of praise
For the beauty of the hour
Of the day and of the night
Hill and vale
And tree and flower
Sun and moon and stars of light
Lord of all to thee we raise
This our joy ful hymn of praise
For the joy of human love
Brother, sister, parent, child
Friends on earth
And friends above
For a gentle
Thoughts and mild
For a gentle
Thoughts and mild
Lord of all to thee we raise
This our joyful hymn of praise
For each perfect gift of thine
To our race so freely given
Graces human and divine
Flow'rs of earth and buds of heav'n
Lord of all to thee we raise
This our joy ful hymn of praise
We have had so much rain this winter that the ground continues to be saturated.. I wanted to cut some daffodils, but I need waders to get over to them.. Maybe I can tomorrow..
Enter spring, and the heavy dark colors in the living room call out to me to be lifted.. so out come the white afghans to subdue the navies and maroons. Last year I removed the tapestry for cleaning and didn't put it back until fall... But, I missed it.. so it will stay and enjoy the liveliness of spring and summer!! Besides it is full of beautiful springy flowers!!
— Gertrude S. Wister
To bring out the flowery glory of spring I happened to be at Pier 1 yesterday and found gorgeous pillows for the sofa!!!
So Easter Bunny found a home nearby!!
Young Lambs by John Clare
The spring is coming by a many signs;The trays are up, the hedges broken down,
That fenced the haystack, and the remnant shines
Like some old antique fragment weathered brown.
And where suns peep, in every sheltered place,
The little early buttercups unfold
A glittering star or two--till many trace
The edges of the blackthorn clumps in gold.
And then a little lamb bolts up behind
The hill and wags his tail to meet the yoe,
And then another, sheltered from the wind,
Lies all his length as dead--and lets me go
Close bye and never stirs but baking lies,
With legs stretched out as though he could not rise.
For the beauty of the earth
For the beauty of the skies
For the love
which from our birth
Over and around us lies
Lord of all to thee we raise
This our joyful hymn of praise
For the beauty of the hour
Of the day and of the night
Hill and vale
And tree and flower
Sun and moon and stars of light
Lord of all to thee we raise
This our joy ful hymn of praise
For the joy of human love
Brother, sister, parent, child
Friends on earth
And friends above
For a gentle
Thoughts and mild
For a gentle
Thoughts and mild
Lord of all to thee we raise
This our joyful hymn of praise
For each perfect gift of thine
To our race so freely given
Graces human and divine
Flow'rs of earth and buds of heav'n
Lord of all to thee we raise
This our joy ful hymn of praise