“Down time” or “time off”… whatever you call it, is a necessary thing every once in a while. I can’t really say that I ever really have a completely “down” time, but occasionally I need to pare things back a bit in order to get caught up. This month is one of those times, and as usual the empty space filled in quickly, sort of like when you take your finger out of a cup of water… the “hole” is non-existent! I had some major projects to work on early this month (one is a fun secret…can’t wait to show it!), plus Kate and I have been working on the transfer, washing, and packing of winter and spring clothes. That has been quite a job this spring, mostly because our dryer decided to die just when we had pulled everything out of the attic and onto my bedroom floor. And of course, the garden is needing attention, and my earthworms needed sorting. And with my college classes I’m trying to understand the battle tactics of the Civil War and learn how to conjugate Spanish verbs with six years of French muddling that up a bit. But I’ll have you know that I’m the proud owner of 12 brand new college credits that I didn’t have this time last year, and hopefully that number will grow to 18 very soon!
And in the midst of all that, I’m trying to remember to take a few minutes to enjoy God’s creation… the daffodils were amazing this year, and so were the lilacs. And yesterday, our Mock Orange, which is just outside my kitchen window, and early this morning, the happiest little Jenny Wren was sitting in it, singing her heart out. (She’s not in the picture, by the way.) It smells absolutely scrumptious.
When I get still enough to look at flowers… even if it’s only while I’m washing dishes… I’m always amazed at their beauty. No matter how good an artist gets at drawing and painting, only God can make the real thing.
Poems were made by fools like me,
but only God can make a tree.
… when I heard that there were artists,
I wished I could sometime be one.
If only I could make a rose bloom on paper,
I thought I should be happy!
or if I could at last succeed in drawing
the outline of winter-stripped boughs
as I saw them against the sky,
it seemed to me that I should be willing
to spend years in trying.
A New England Girlhood, 1889