Wednesday, April 30, 2025, 59.3* Sunny
A small breeze plays with leaves pressing them against the fence, dancing them across the yard, flying them like kites, landing them in other places. Soleil paints a changing vision on the windows.
Skittering like a leaf : the Army Officer revealed this vision in response to mom or dad’s question of how Butch died. I didn’t want his vision. After decades of anger, I found wisdom. When I am blessed with skittering leaves, I converse with them.
Far away, too far to walk even if I could cross the pond, maple trees look like the artist has begun to paint the forest with leaves. Now there is red in some trees; brown, gray, black mossy trunks and evergreens. Why did the artist stop? Exquisite red male maple blossoms carried by the wind were first noticed on the deck yesterday. I was not aware that maple trees flower, that they have male or female flowers and that some produce both. The things I am learning as new life awakens.
“And I will give you a new heart,
and I will put a new spirit in you.
I will take out your stony, stubborn heart
and give you a tender, responsive heart.”
Ezekiel 36:26 NLT
Photo: LJ Austin
