I’ve been watching the Pussy Willow bush the last couple of weeks, and finally today, it’s ready. Several small covers have split and are showing the velvety gray beneath … it won’t be long now before the whole bush is a lovely wash of gray velvet! Spring is building, the great cachophony isn’t here yet, but the timberels are starting their song. They are important. Oh glorious Spring!
There’s nothing like Spring in the South. While the North lies dormant and cold, the South Springs into vibrant color. To the South of the South, Winter isn’t an issue, so the beauty of the idea of being born, maturing, growing old, and dying is lost. I like the picture that The South in the United States brings … a very long growing seasons, the life of a [true] Christian should be as that.