Sure Spring Scent

Dad, Anna, and I stepped out of the pick-up truck tonight our noses were hailed by a wonderful, and surly welcome smell: fresh turned soil. It was greatly invigorating to breath the aroma of the beginning of the planting season into our outdoor, callowness, deprived lungs.

We have a field right behind our backyard; and even though sometimes our whiffers are greeted with a quite different odor than entailed tonight, because of the way farmers fertilize around here; I'm actually thankful that there are farmers close by. By digging around in the field that farmer helped me wake up my senses to God's miraculous creation.

Tonight I'm immensely thankful for spring after winter, and the wonder of God showing His handiwork: the stars twinkling in the twilight. Sometimes we need to have little reminders to take a moment out of our computer crazy, busy working, hectic, chaotic day; and take a peep outside. Enjoy what God has given you in your own backyard. You and I have heard the little saying many times before; but we tend to over- look it in the literal sense to "Stop and smell the roses" *or in my case the grand, earthy, perfume of Iowa in the first stages of the vernal equinox season. (YES!) ;)

"Praise Him from whom all blessings flow," even for the seemingly "small" things in everyday, ordinary, normal, life.


This post happens to tie-in to the play Dad, Anna and I went to see tonight entitled "Modern Anxieties" at the Lamp Post Theater. It was rather different than the stereotype play, for example it was high tech using over-head projectors, and three laptop computers for some of the scenery it-self. Pretty cool, it felt like you were watching the guy walk down a street, or looking up in the star-studded sky. They had some comedy mixed in with the story too; so, it turned out to be a good night with the fam. (at least some of them). Daddy espically could relate to it, I think it was geared more for adults; but Anna and I still had fun. :D

I hope to talk to you soon!