That farm greener than green
thanks to the rain. It has been a dry spring. Things
were looking lifeless and they were lacking color.
We prayed for rain for months. We would only get a sprinkling, every now and then.
Nothing that made a difference.That is until last week.
Every evening about 6 pm we would get a gentle spring rain. It
would soak the ground and the over night hours with no sun would let the rain do it's
thing
Boy it has done it's thing!
The fields are green and the flowers are blooming.
The sheep are well fed as are the cows.
Thank god for the rain.
Compass: it shows us the way. It shows us our true north. Without
it we are lost. Some people have a inborn compass the works amazingly well.
Their sense of direction both physically and spiritually are flawless.
What happened to mine?
Rooted things wait on the family porch
The elephant plant, the hibiscus, the rubber tree. They are all there, one for each child, one each a favorite.
The hibiscus is mine. It flowers. I like that. Mom and dad wait on the porch as well. The family dog used to wait on the porch. It's just his bed now.
The little feathered forest folks.
They live in amongst those big, old roots.
You never see them but you know they are there. You see their front yard. You see where they enter their home. You feel their essence.
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