April 2017

                                                   April 2017

          The grass of our lawn is the pale golden brown of Naomi's hair; spring grass.   We bring in bare birch branches, and I fill a tall gold vase with them. The tiny, furling green leaves at last come forth, forerunners of the green that has yet to appear on the trees outside.  Naomi runs in small circles, laughing as the still-dry grass tickles her feet. She's in a blue-green dress, and her sweet daintiness reminds me of a forget-me-not.
       Robin races back and forth across our small yard, his puppy heart contented as he leaps eagerly for the bubbles the kids are blowing off of the deck.
Apple cake in the oven for tomorrow's breakfast, and Tony is almost on his way home.
 A long and peaceful day, the honey-toned sunshine lasting hour after hour and the goodness of God so open, so unashamedly good.