At or about this time every year, I start longing for Spring.
Maybe it's because I grew up in Florida and we typically skipped winter and went straight to summer.
Maybe it's because I'm a lover of color and plants
and the brown, bare branches and dry, golden grass seem like everything is lifeless.
Maybe it's because I miss all the activity of wee critters being hatched or born out in the yard.
I thought I'd bring Spring inside and force some amaryllis bulbs to soothe my warmth-lovin' heart.
They're supposed to be red and white striped and I bought them
in the after-Christmas clearance section at Wal-Mart for $1.25 each.
I set them on an antique tray I found at Goodwill.
The sign with my favorite word on it came from Marshall's Home Goods; it was a whopping $3.
The soup tureens were just collecting dust up in our kitchen cupboards,
so down they came to be filled with dirt and a top layer of decorative stones.
These are real nests, that I found either on the ground or abandoned,
so don't worry that I stole someone's home.
There's a nest right now in our front door basket that I think
still has a family of Carolina wrens in it so we've left that one alone.
This poor butterfly was found on our driveway and I kept its wings to remember
how we all get transformed into loveliness through God's grace.
I can force Spring in my dining room,
but the rest of the outside world will have to wait on God's timing.
Which is always perfect.