I was good to myself and quit puttering around the yard about three o'clock. One way to stop me overdoing it is to put on jammies. The pond had been cleaned and refilled, disturbing a rather large frog in the process. A bit more was done to the front garden so with absolutely no guilt, the jammies went on.
It feels like a vacation when there's so much to do even if this is a forced relaxation due to the bronchitis.
Towards evening I stood under the ancient apple tree that is in full bloom. The tree hummed with the busy life of bees and other insects. Mrs. Oriole skipped from flower to flower like it was an all-you-can-eat buffet, sampling a bit of this, some of that. She was quick to chase off a smaller, unidentified bird from her feast.
The heavens were brushed with wispy clouds that accented a startlingly deep blue. The pink and white colour of the newly opened buds was amplified against such a striking sky.
It was one of those moments when everything seems right with the world.
I'll be skipping church this morning but that's okay. This week's service was held last night at the foot of an apple tree.
"So God created great sea creatures and every living thing that moves, with which the waters abounded, according to their kind, and every winged bird according to its kind. And God saw that it was good." Gen 1:21
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