We can only appreciate the miracle of a sunrise if we have waited in the darkness .
Summertime and the livin’ is easy…
Summer arrives every year like a miracle after the long period of darkness and cold. I’ve noticed lately that the onset of summer is reflected in people too. They can finally cast off their heavy winter clothes. Shoulders long hunched together against icy winds can finally relax; steps become lighter and faces brighter
Then there’s the first harvests of the year that appear at markets and shops: new potatoes and strawberries. I love our farmers markets that dot the countryside with their road side stands. I saw several this past week that had strawberries. Miracles are appearing every day and in different ways here in Ohio.
The miracles of nature do not seem miracles because they are so common. If no one had ever seen a flower, even a dandelion would be the most startling event in the world.
My rose bush that was almost frozen out over the winter is growing once again and has buds on it as do the vines of sweet peas growing on the trellis. A little wren has made a nest in the birdhouse and we see her flying in and out all day long. Maybe soon there will be some little ones.
Where once there was nothing but ice and snow, there is new life everywhere. Summer is filled with miracles.
Where there is great love there are always miracles.