Sounds of the season….

While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease. – Genesis 8:22

 

Yesterday morning, my husband and I spent the whole morning outside working on putting a coat of stain on our front porch deck posts and railings. It was a sunny warm day, but it didn’t take me long to notice the changes in my surroundings.

Gone were the early morning songs of the songbirds. Even though the sun was hot, the occasional breeze had a hint of coolness that hadn’t been there before.

Instead of songbirds chirping, several Blue Jays chattered back and forth at each other in the nearby trees. A flock of crows flew over, squawking and flapping their wings. The only other noises in the quiet were the sounds of crickets, and the occasional buzz of a honey bee—looking for that last little bit of pollen.

I also noticed our resident geese were out doing their ‘driver’s training’ maneuvers. My husband and I have called it that for years, and it’s a traditional sound heard every year about this time. We call it that because the older geese take the young ones out and they fly around for a time—building up strength in their wings and learning how to fly in formation and follow the leader.

GeeseA short time later, I heard another sound in the distance and raised my head to see a flock of Canadian Geese flying over in their traditional V-formation. They were coming from the north, and I tried to count as even more flew over. When they’d all come in, it appeared between seventy-five and a hundred had flown over in a short period of time, landing on the nearby ponds. I knew they’d spend some time resting their weary wings here before flying south either later that day or the following day.

Seasons come and they go.

I’m at a new season in my life too. I retired two months ago. Oh, I’m still writing books, but my days of going to work every day have finally come to an end.

After working at various full-time jobs for the past forty plus years, it’s been a change to not have that regular schedule to keep—yet I’ve enjoyed it immensely. If I want to take an extra half hour at the breakfast table in the morning, I can. I’m able to start a big job late in the afternoon, knowing I can finish it the next day. There’s no rush.

But time is passing—much too quickly for my liking. My youngest grand-baby just started Kindergarten this year. Doesn’t seem possible.

In this later season of my life I have learned one thing though. Each day is precious. Take the time to spend it wisely, and let those you love know how you feel about them. Spend as much time with them that you are able.

And wake up each morning with the knowledge that each day is a gift from God. Don’t waste it.

May God bless you in all your seasons,

Ruth Kyser

 

Ruth Kyser is an author of Christian Fiction. You can find out more about her books at: More about Ruth Kyser’s books

 

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It’s spring! Finally….

“For behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.”

 – Song of Solomon 2:11-12 (ESV)

 

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Today was a beautiful day—one of those gorgeous spring days in April that truly make you appreciate living here. When you reside in the north, you quickly learn that April in Michigan can bring just about every kind of weather imaginable. In the past week alone we’ve had high winds, thunderstorms with hail and heavy rains, snow (Yes. I said snow.), and today we enjoyed balmy temps around 60 degrees with abundant sunshine.

After a long winter, the first days of spring always give me spring fever. I want so badly to go out into the garden and start digging and planting flowers. But I learned a long time ago that you don’t get too serious about gardening around here until closer to Memorial Day.

But we did uncover the rose bushes today, so as far as I’m concerned, we’re one step closer to consistent warm weather and sunny days. I look forward to trimming off the old dead growth from last year, feeding them their spring boost of rose food, and waiting patiently for the first buds to appear. And seeing those rose bushes, with their first little green sprouts appearing, reminds me that spring comes every year.

Just as it states in Ecclesiastes in the Bible (Chapter 3, verses 1-22):  For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; …

Praise the Lord, God brings springtime back to us every year.  A beginning of another season, and a chance to start anew.

 

Enjoy your springtime—wherever you are.

 

God’s blessing on you,

Ruth Kyser

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Flowers in February . . .

 “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.”               Ecclesiastes 3:1

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For all you folks out there that don’t understand why the title of this blog is significant, let me explain. I live in Michigan.

February in Michigan usually consists of three things–perhaps four: cold temperatures, wind, snow, and often freezing rain/sleet/ice storms. Some of the worst ice storms I can remember happened in the month of February.

That is why this year’s weather has me baffled.

The other day I stepped out onto our back deck. I didn’t have to wear a coat–or even a jacket. There was abundant sunshine and 60 degree weather to greet me. What did I find? My crocus plants are peeking their little green heads through the dirt. And my yellow anemones are blossoming. There were robins and mourning doves singing all around my yard–which by the way, has no snow covering it.

Oh, and have I mentioned we’ve also been having thunderstorms?

Very strange.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining. In fact, I love the notion of an early spring–although, in the past an early spring meant it arrived sometime in March. Not February.

The realist in my knows, however that this is only Mother Nature teasing us. We still have the rest of February to get through and the entire month of March. And it’s not unusual to get heavy snows in March. As a matter of fact, the only time I slid my car off the road and into the ditch was during a snowstorm on St. Patrick’s day in 1973.

So, I’m going to enjoy each warm day we have and not complain when winter returns–as we all know it will.

Enjoy these last days of February–no matter what area of the country you’re in. And I pray for an early spring (a real one) for all of us!

God bless!

Ruth Kyser