Loving Spring.

I was looking for quotes about spring today.

running water

Nothing seemed to fit – too much talk about blossoms and greenery. Can’t relate to that around here yet.

puddles

But I liked this quote I found about geese, by Will Rogers:

If you feel the urge, don’t be afraid to go on a wild goose chase. What do you think wild geese are for anyway?

geese

Exactly.

There is something about fresh, crisp air, the sound of running water, and the excitement of spring that makes a wild goose chase sound like a good adventure worth going on.

geese

I did finally find one spring quote by Margaret Atwood that seemed fitting for this weather:

“In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.”

boots

It’s all kind of a mess out there, and I love it so much.

Spring could possibly be my favorite season.

I’m not sure. It’s pretty hard to decide. Whether it comes out on top or not, I am definitely enjoying the sunshine, and the disappearing snow!

I hope you have a wonderful week of spring!

We Were Made To Grow Things

I once read that anytime we plant something, we are participating in God’s act of creation all over again.

We are creating order from chaos, beauty where there was nothing. As Christians, we of all people should learn to appreciate new growth and the act of creating something beautiful, because it’s what God does. When we care for creation, we are loving something He made and loves, too.

I think that’s why growing a garden has always done something special to my insides. Fresh, soft, black and weedless dirt gives me a thrill. Planting something is a hopeful, joyous act.

I’ve never really had a vegetable garden before. We made one attempt before we moved to the Whiteshell, but we didn’t get our new garden ready on time, and most of what we planted didn’t ripen until it was too late.

Our yard at camp was extremely shady, so I grew hostas for the last five years, and the deer loved me for it. It worked out well – they left my hostas alone all summer, but would come to nibble them up in fall, leaving me with no plants to trim before winter.

Good times. But no vegetables.

This year, I desperately wanted a garden. I wanted to do good things to my insides, teach our girls the excitement of growing things, and eat our own vegetables.

But with a yard full of weeds, and no topsoil in sight, Ben wasn’t sure a garden was a possibility. Until we remembered a bunch of wooden crates we had in our storage shed. We filled them up with dirt, and at this moment, they are a big, beautiful mess of lettuce leaves, spinach, peppers and tomatoes.

I cannot describe the feeling I had when I made our first salad with our own lettuce.

We did this, with some miraculous help. We were part of bringing food into existence.

I came across a quote awhile ago which put that special feeling inside into words:

I want creation to penetrate you with so much admiration that wherever you go, the least plant may bring you the clear remembrance of the Creator. (Basil the Great)

It is so much more than plants or a garden. It’s remembering the Creator, and being reminded of how this whole thing began in the first place.