These are the days when a view of the river is pure delight. In early morning, the gulls are diving now for their fish breakfast; the sunrise has a certain glimmer that speaks of happy days of beach combing; and fishermen, both pleasure and commercial, are busy. I like the evenings best of all when you can stroll and feel the peace of the river fill your soul and the sunset whisper those calm words, “God is in His Heaven and all is right with world.”

     During the day, I often busy myself in the flower beds and feel “The Good Earth” move between my fingers as I pull weeds from around the daffodils and small plants making their appearance. Hardly anything refreshes the soul like feeling and smelling the soil and finding the tiny plants that have grown from scattered seeds from last year's plants. The Bible speaks of the mustard seed being so tiny and yet it grows into a plant so tall the birds can lodge in it. Did you know that within the tiny mustard seed is another seed from which the life springs forth? When the days are warm enough, the sunlight touches that tiny seed within and a huge plant grows. This makes me think of how the Son, Jesus Christ, touches the souls of people and makes them grow in a different way and bring forth fruits of the spirit. Jesus taught us that except a seed die and fall into the ground it cannot grow. Only the outer part dies for within is a small part, a living soul that springs forth with new life. Herein lies the true story of Easter, for our Lord died in the physical body on a cruel cross on Good Friday, but on Easter Sunday He arose forever more. Those of us who believe in Him will do the same.

     I have watched the beautiful swan here on the pond build their nest on the marsh turf; mother swan is laying her eggs, and around the first of May, daddy and mother will swim down the pond with their new brood to show them to us. How proud they will be to share them with us before taking them to the creek to keep the turtles from eating them until they are big enough to fend for themselves. My neighbors and I love our pets and find great joy in them.

     I love “The Good Earth” and wonder why so many people want to destroy something so wonderful and beautiful. As you enter the beauty of the springtime, you might want to reflect upon who made it; from whence you came; and where you will go. Does not the scripture say, “Are not two sparrows sold for a farling?” and not one of them shall fall to the ground without the Father.” Matt. 10:29. 

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