Little green points
It's the time of year where everyone should read The Secret Garden. We aren't this year, we're reading The Wheel on the School which is equally as good [I am adding a complete aside here. As I was linking to the book from my Amazon Associates account, it seems as though this book is now out of print. This is tragic. If you find a used copy snatch it up and read it to your children. You'll be glad you did], but I can't help thinking of The Secret Garden. Mary's joy of discovering a hidden garden and watching the little green points break through the brown earth is not to be missed.
"... I had not known that the prize for enduring a real winter, with its occasional wonderland days and its regular misery days, was an awakening so astonishing it felt as if I learned what the word spring meant for the first time in my life. Spring wasn't simply a pleasant interlude; it wasn't merely the chance to catch one's breath between the ice storm and the heat wave. It was a fulfillment. It was a promise kept, though I had not even realized a promise had been made. Like winter, the wilderness is always a promise. God leads us in and, one way or another, he leads us out again. Or, if he doesn't lead us out, he does something almost more miraculous: he plants tress in the desert, and he causes rivers to flow there." [from Placemaker: cultivating places of comfort, beauty, and peace by Christie Purifoy (p. 62)]
(photo credits are all TM)
Of course, if you are a peony, you are a little pink point.
Other pictures from a joyful day spent outside in the sun. Finally!
(The flooring is finally done inside the barn. Next week our builder is planning on starting fencing.)
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