"Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good, for his steadfast love endures forever." ...Psalm 136:1
We're back! My computer and I, that is.
Do you remember Carl, Naomi's boyfriend (who Tom and I hated to see leave more than she did)? Well, his younger brother repaired both Naomi's computer and mine in only an hour.
Whew. Thank-you, Andrew, for sharing your computer genius-ness and returning to me the key to a world with friends I'd missed.
Know what else is back? Yesterday early evening was warmish(!) and upon my yellow Prayer Garden chair in the setting sunlight I whispered, "Spring's officially returned. I know this." Then lifted my face to the sun in thankfulness.
We in Buffalo surely do appreciate our Springtimes.
Back are these days of stepping out to the front porch with a book and hot chocolate on glowy, warm mornings. And clipping the dead growth from my garden beds. Spreading compost, transplanting wandering strawberries and forget-me-nots, making trips to Home Depot. Straightening bricks, bringing the watering can and garden decor from the garage and ever so much more.
Oh, I do hope you've not let all the political shenanigans spoil these precious days or ruin your head. It's not worth it! Please choose your own thoughts, pray, for Spring has returned and God's as incredible as always with plans that haven't changed, no matter who on Life's Stage is hollering this year.
Me? I'll keep listening to the quieter, encouraging voice amongst our greening privet hedge and sycamores, wearing-down pathways on my way to our fifth Springtime here at Hobbit Cottage.
Tom returns from Toronto tomorrow--hooray! (But heaven help Debra who's been a big ol' lazy thing and needs to finish all the ironing, laundry and bill-paying she only thought about doing while lying upon the red couch and reading in that seaside-feeling closet I've got going upstairs.)
While I was away, I reread A Year On Ladybug Farm. I'd forgotten what a delight that book is and oh yeah! Within its pages I discovered a thank-you note from my friend, Marian, who I'd loaned this book to years ago. What a thoughtful idea, this note, one which reminded me of the ceramic ladybug she'd given to me, as well, as a cute memento of the story.
Now, that is thoughtfulness and if you wish to become a more thoughtful person? Just take an extra step of kindness, go beyond the oh-hum-status-quo of the crowds---and you'll get there.
And I really, really, really appreciated those of you who left me notes saying you'd miss me here. Thank-you from the bottom (and top and middle) of my heart!
It's rather sad to believe only big, official things should be celebrated.
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