TRANSITIONS: Spring is a time of transitions. Wonderful transitions, as long nights give way to longer days. As the rising sun spreads butter on the pines a little bit earlier each day. As our old friends the spring ephemeral wildflowers raise their heads and smile. As geese holler from the river and their new little yellow fluffballs begin to figure
IT IS THE FIRST day of Spring under the great old pines. And probably where you are, too. And the early-bird returning robins are cheerio-ing, and the very first skein of Sandhill cranes are flying over with their raucous, timeless trumpeting. And the river is wide open and the geese are gabbling. And the eagles are chirping in their nest-tree.
SO AT THE CHURCH O’ THE PINES today, Parson Doug/Dad and Koda-The Forest-Kitten went out into the ‘Springtime’ weather to feed the birds. It is a daily ritual we all look forward to. We set out a bit extra because for the rest of the day the congregation are on their own, as we travel to visit grandchildren. Who also