I’m not feeling extra wordy this week for some reason. It may be the lack of Mother Nature to make up her mind as to what exactly she has in store for me the next couple of weeks. The last of the corn from the wagon is now in the hopper of the corn furnace and I don’t intend at this stage in the year, to go to town for more, so I’ve been using the furnace sparingly. And for some reason when it talks to my thermostat it doesn’t understand that I’m more than happy if it doesn’t run after the house is 68 degrees, and continues to provide heat to me especially on Saturday when the house was a balmy 77! I began to wonder if I shouldn’t invite some elderly friends over to share in the warmth!
So now I’m stuck…In that limbo place between Winter and Spring…between running the corn burner or just putting on an extra layer of clothing….of tearing the plastic off the house and letting the warm spring breeze air the house out, or leaving it shut up until I know it will be mild at night. So in honor of this strange time where one isn’t too cold, nor too hot, I give you Robert Frost and some words to keep us company until its time to get out and plant the garden.
See you next week. Remember, we’re all in this together.
A Prayer in Spring
by Robert Frost
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid-air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.