Spring is coming to South Texas. Mountain Laurel blooms sending its sweet aroma wafting through the air. Opening the door to a new day in the early morning hours welcomes into the house some most delightful guests--the songs of birds in Spring. Sun shines warm on our faces as we chat in the backyard setting of a perfect Texas afternoon. Having landed in my empty teacup, a small butterfly quickly flutters into the sky as I grab my cup to head indoors for a refill on this fine day. From the kitchen window, I notice six more butterflies weaving to and fro in the overgrown bushes reaching through our neighbor's fence. George the cat sidles close, squirrels chatter, the chickens next door scratch in the dirt and announce the coming of Spring. Delightful. Lovely. Welcome.
"Every day we wake up in the middle of something that is already going on and we are neither accidental or incidental to the ongoing story." (Eugene Peterson)
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Butterfly in a Teacup
Spring is coming to South Texas. Mountain Laurel blooms sending its sweet aroma wafting through the air. Opening the door to a new day in the early morning hours welcomes into the house some most delightful guests--the songs of birds in Spring. Sun shines warm on our faces as we chat in the backyard setting of a perfect Texas afternoon. Having landed in my empty teacup, a small butterfly quickly flutters into the sky as I grab my cup to head indoors for a refill on this fine day. From the kitchen window, I notice six more butterflies weaving to and fro in the overgrown bushes reaching through our neighbor's fence. George the cat sidles close, squirrels chatter, the chickens next door scratch in the dirt and announce the coming of Spring. Delightful. Lovely. Welcome.
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