The riotous amount of leaves on the trees is still noticeable and new enough that I see it, really see it. I forgot what a green place this is, in the winter that seemed so very long.
We waved palm fronds today at church. Had Jesus' march been done in North Texas, they'd have waved oak branches, elm, and bois d'arc.
The high winds that came through on Friday have left a great litter of little (and big) branches down. I'm trying to get them raked up, but keep stopping as the robins come along to see what's there....where I've cleared.
Iced tea with fresh mint is a very fine tonic for whatever might ail you.
It's been a quiet afternoon. I am catching up the books, watching cardinals and jays, and, always, laundry. Also trying vainly to sweep up the oak pollen that makes our hardwood floors feel like a sandy beach.
Holy Week ahead. Little thoughts and big thoughts, all under the leaves.
I read today at a comment on this Youtube video,
"Give me the strength Lord to think of these words in my final agony."
I am thinking of these words today, as I ponder His.
