Sunday, March 26, 2017

Thoughts for Sunday, March 26, 2017

There fell a beautiful clear rain

With no admixture of fog or snow,

And this was and no other thing

The very sign of the start of spring.

Not the longing of a lover

Nor the sentiment of starting over,

But this clear and refreshing rain

Falling without haste or strain.

Paul Goodman (1911-1972)

Yesterday was unusually warm for late March and the grass in the courtyard at Merry Mount was a tufted carpet ready for its first cut of 2017.  Dubiously, I pulled out the mower, prepped it, and with one, two, three is charm pulls of the rope, the disturbing noise of the season began.

But here on a Sunday morning, Rett, Minnie, and I sit in the Sun Porch and watch as a clear rain falls on the freshly mown carpet that seems to turn emerald green before our eyes.  


A pair of cardinals flaunts their beauty in the maple tree and we think we see a slight color emerging on the red bud tree.  A pair of sparrows considers a dwelling at the downspout, 


and alas, the clematis vine shows signs of life.  A single daffodil is trying to lift its cup for fulfillment.


Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes
Will soon be turning red
Crying's not for me 'cause,
I'm never gonna stop the rain
By complaining,
Because I’m free
Nothin’s worrying me.
B.J. Thomas

Life is good.


CPW

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