Monday, April 15, 2013


     The "crossed wires" I'm thinking of aren't precisely the type most commonly connected with this idiom. With a tad of poetic license I'm applying them to the mixed messages nature has been sending out in this region. For several mornings the opening stanzas of "the time of the singing of birds" (Song of Solomon 2:12 KJV) rang out very early. We still look forward to the full-fledged chorus when the finches, chickadees, cardinals and robins all join in concert, but the robins were already in amazing voice before sunrise and at dusk. Then came a rude interruption orchestrated by a weather system from the south west.

     Strong winds and freezing rain closed down the performance of the most stalwart songsters. Snowdrops, scillas, crocuses, even one brave hellebore, my lone Christmas rose, were encased in ice. Ice and wind also brought down tree branches which literally crossed wires and shut off electricity for many hydro customers.

     Once again I realized for sure I have no desire to live in pioneer mode. I highly value all the conveniences electricity affords. This recent episode put nature's expected program on hold, but the concert has resumed. In spite of the disruption, as Solomon declared, flowers do appear on the earth and the time of the singing of birds has come. 

Robin photo courtesy of Eleanor McDonald

Monday, April 1, 2013


     For the past week I've been watching these brave little scillas grow and begin to bloom. Squished between the house wall and the cement patio, how they find enough earth to nourish them always amazes me. Yet these particular ones produce their dainty star-shaped flowers earlier than their brothers growing in good soil in the garden every spring. They draw warmth that the limestone and cement capture from the morning sunshine and they just cannot wait for the others to bloom.

     The strength and determination of the scillas' bulbs to grow in this difficult spot inspires me. When their glossy leaves first appear I expect to see blue flowers open soon. They are hopeful wee things, sweet symbols of this season of atonement and resurrection life.

     At times we may find ourselves in seemingly impossible situations. We smack into a stone wall as we attempt an escape in one direction. Concrete opposition blocks another hoped-for solution. When circumstances look so impossible that either way we lose, we need to look up. The psalmist said, "Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall yet praise Him, the help of my countenance and my God." (Psalm 43:5 NKJV)

     Access to the One who is able to meet our need is not blocked. We can choose to reach up to Him. We can choose to respond to the warmth of His love. "Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need." (Hebrews 4:16 NKJV)