Showing posts with label Spring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spring. Show all posts

Monday, March 31, 2008

Migrating

Our family went to see the migrating snow geese a few weeks ago. We went to the local wetland bird reserve and were rewarded with a sight that we will not soon forget. "They" study the birds and can predict within minutes when they will land on this particular pond.

We got there a few minutes early and listened to the birds in the surrounding reeds.

Then, just as we had been told, lines of geese started flying overhead. If you looked in the sky it seemed that out of nowhere geese would appear in neat vee-formations. . .and then they were gone. Then they came back with more geese.

. . .and more geese.

They circled around the pond and then slowly, one after the other, flocks of geese were landing on this small pond. Thousands of geese.

It was an amazing thing to see.


Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they.
Matthew 6:26


Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Another Beautiful Day in Idaho

The last week or so, our wintry skies have traded their dismal grays in for some beautiful blue hues. We have been having some deep blue skies filled with the kind of clouds that make you want to lay on your back in a grassy meadow and watch them blow by while imagining all kinds of shapes in them. Yesterday, we did just that . . . except that we don't have a grassy meadow filled with wild flowers and there is a icy cold breeze blowing. So we just bundled up and layed on our trampoline and let our imaginations run wild.
And while we were looking up, we noticed that our tree is changing. Those tight buds from a few weeks ago have started to burst into action. Any day now they should be sprouting fresh new green leaves, getting ready to provide shade for us in those soon to come hot summer days.

And the scent of lilac's blowing in on a cool afternoon breeze is right around the corner too.

Yesterday the twig was brown and bare;

To-day the glint of green is there;

Tomorrow will be leaflets spare;

I know no thing so wondrous fair,

No miracle so strangely rare.

I wonder what will next be there!

~L.H. Bailey