Rhonda's Ramblings

The word Spring is a perfumed word. It means youth, love, song, and all that is beautiful in life. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The wind blows softly, filled with the scent of freshly mowed grass. As I sit on the porch swing lost in the world of a book, the squeaky chains that hold me up provide background music. The many birds that are scavenging for food in the front yard add their songs. I look up from my book for a moment to greet the family from next door as they walk to church. I take a break from my book and remain in the swing to enjoy the sights and sounds of spring and daydreaming. Something about this time of year always makes me want to fall in love.

After I finish the book, I wander to the backyard to pick some flowers….iris, daffodils, calendulas and a few remaining blossoms from the fruit trees. Only 2 days ago, the fruit trees in the backyard were covered with snow white blossoms. Today, the blossoms are gone, replaced with fresh green leaves, and the promise of fruit in a couple of months. As I picked flowers, I discovered new daffodils blooming, and the cutest, smallest daffodils I have ever seen. If you know me at all, you know that this thrilled me.

Knowing that I needed to accomplish something today, besides enjoying the amazing beauty of God’s creation, I reluctantly went inside and did some housework: dishes, Laundry (which I hung out on the line), packing for Africa, and other chores.

Add to this a call from my mom, making brownies, a visit from my brother, and picking oranges in the backyard….it has been an amazing day. I am now cooking some dinner, and if only I would receive a phone call from a certain guy, my day would reach perfection.