Friday, March 21, 2025. 39.5* Late Morning.
Another silky gray damp beginning feeling colder than the recorded almost forty. The dark water reflecting light blinds me to whatever nudges the pond’s surface creating temporary rings spreading vanishing into silence. At times a branch drops a small bundle of rain it’s been holding; the sound does not reach me inside the quiet house looking out the laundry room window.
As I sought twice-blooming day lily sprouts, a black spider ventured from a pile of gravel. Evergreens and moss, budding trees promises of what may be. Last night appeared a large moth on the ramp seeking the light of a candle flame in the office window; of course, twas only the white tip of Zayne’s tail in dim porch light wavering.
Delight yourself in the Lord,
and He will give you the desires of your heart.
Psalm 37:4 MEV
Photo: LJ Austin
