Saturday, March 12, 2011

Harbinger of Spring

At my neighbor's house yesterday, when I had finally quit looking for one, I saw my first Harbinger of Spring of 2011.  I'm not referring here to harbingers in the general sense of the word, but to a tiny plant, the first wildflower I see every spring, the one labeled in the wildflower books by that name.  I looked for this flower early in the spring for years before I realized that the pictures in the books were magnified about 8 times and they had been right under my nose all along.  The flowers are quite diminutive; each petal about 1/16".  Their stems can grow to about 6 inches; the one pictured here is 3 inches tall.  


Thursday, March 10, 2011

Spring Preview


Three weeks ago, on a day when I was especially longing for spring, I cut some dogwood branches and brought them inside.  I put them in water in a pottery vase on the dining room table.  The buds were tiny, and so tightly closed that it seem unlikely that anything special would come of them.  But, as I've discovered in the past, dogwoods aren't especially fussy about being forced.  They're starting to open now, and I can watch a small preview of spring every time I walk past the table.
 

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Night Skies

There have been some clear night skies lately, displaying the Big Dipper, its ladle pointing toward the north, Orion high in the south, and in between, a profusion of glimmering points of light.

Don brokered a house sale recently to a couple from the big city.  Their 23 year old son had come along to help them move.  They arrived after dark and were moving some of their belongings off the truck when the son called to his mother, "Mom, come over here, you've got to see this."  She joined him in a cleared area, and followed his gaze.  Then, sucking in her breath, she exclaimed in amazement, "The stars!  I've never seen so many stars!"

In college I had a class called Bible Introduction.  In addition to our class work, our much loved professor gave out a somewhat unusual assignment.  Sometime during the course of the semester, students were to find a safe place out in the country, far from the city lights, and on a clear night (which was a challenge in Oregon) lay on the ground for 1/2 hour, watching the stars, and focus their attention on God.  I think it was a good exercise, and mostly I remember feeling very small in the presence of the One who made it all.

 He who made the Plieades and Orion,
who turns blackness into dawn,
and darkens day into night, the Lord is His name.
Amos 4:13

And these are but the outer fringe of His works;
How faint the whisper we hear of Him!
Who, then can understand the thunder of His power.
Job 26:14 

Friday, March 4, 2011

King George


Wednesday, Don and I took a trek to Springfield, Missouri, the largest city in our area, and made the requisite stops: Walmart, Sam's Club, and Bass Pro Shop.  At Bass Pro, between the Starbucks counter and the fishing department, was a large alligator in his own, specially designed enclosure, complete with a pond with waterfalls and a platform for "sunning".  I generally feel somewhat sorry for wild animals in captivity, but an employee there related that he was moved to Bass Pro from a much smaller enclosure.  They call him King George, and he did look regally happy, sprawled out on the platform, snoozing with a smile on his face. Then he woke up, and in all his reptile majesty, he winked at me!