a warm spring morning on Bittersweet Farm. We put a couple bird feeders on the side porch to see if the birds would be willing to visit us there. They did. I have counted almost a dozen different kinds of birds in just the last few days. They will visit the feeder while you are sitting on the porch. I have longed all winter for days like this.
There are birdsongs out in the trees and in the woods south of the house in the tree-line west of the house I have never heard before. It’s going to be a wonderful spring on Bittersweet Farm.
This calls my soul naturally to praise and to thanksgiving for God’s good guidance and provision over the last challenging year. Once again, as I sit out on the porch, in the yellow sun shining out of the blue sky and hear the symphony of bird song, my soul is bursting with spontaneous praise and thanksgiving to God.
When morning guilds the skies
My heart awakening cries
May Jesus Christ be praised.
Fair are the meadows
Fairer still the woodlands
Robed in the blooming garb of spring
Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer
Who makes the woeful heart to sing!
