The flurries earlier this month are giving way to snowy pear blossoms. Although the calendar doesn’t reflect it, Texas is kicking off her winter blanket in exchange for spring’s multi-hued quilt. The following is a list of blooms, both literal and figurative, in my garden this month.
* Beef stew and tulips, carried in loving arms, through the snow, to our doorstep
* My dear friend, a widow, crying for joy because a stranger gave her flowers on Valentine’s Day
* Loving a baby girl at first sight and being able to pray for her heart to be healed
* Sleeping on a top bunk, but not until my friend and I had talked and laughed our way past midnight at a women’s retreat
* Celebrating Mama’s major work achievement with songs and poetry and Italian food
* Carolina Jessamine – I like this vine because it is evergreen and it heralds spring with its cheery, sweet-scented blossoms in late winter year after year.
* A dinner with my Valentine in front of a fireplace
* Enjoy Life® chocolate chips placed in a heart-shaped box by my hubby
* Watching big snowflakes drift to earth (This one fell on my pink coat!)
* The man, who had just met us, who ran home to root through his freezer for a corn-free pizza so my son could enjoy a version of what everyone else at the party was eating, without getting sick
* ‘Aristocrat’ Pear — Next week, this tree will join its cousin, the Bradford, in transforming our winter-weary street into a bridal procession. Right now, it is covered in promising buds, and I can already detect its pungent odor. (Ornamental pear blossoms are best admired from inside a window to avoid the stench. 🙂 )
* A homeless woman beneath a shawl and these convicting lyrics from the Caedmon’s Call song, “This World” — “And the least of these look like criminals to me, and so I leave Christ on the street.”
* The gardener within me reawakening with the urge to prune the rose bushes. (They are already leafing out. See the newborn red leaves!)
* Sewing a beard for my son’s John Muir costume
* Gluten-free corn cake made by my thoughtful friend
* Whispering Jesus’s sweet name and feeling His loving presence
* Coral honeysuckle — I planted this because Japanese honeysuckle, with its intoxicating aroma, is difficult to keep in bounds. This scentless version, however, remains a mannerly vine with vibrant tubular blooms.
* Holding my mesmerized Little One during a puppet show at the library
* The opportunity to learn from Kathi Appelt
* chickadees at the bird feeder
* Walking beside daffodils on a cold, sunny day with friends (Yes, dear Wordsworth, I thought of you!)
Thank you, Lord, for all the gifts you bestow.