My mom is an unending fountain of poetry. I’d forgotten this adorable poem until we stopped by a friend’s porch and discovered what Mrs Robin has been busy tending the last little while. It was great to be able to spy out the little nest from ground level-no swinging from tree limbs for this one: she built a nest in a leftover winter bouquet- various evergreens in a wooden basket sitting on a chair. So I took pics while Mother recited poetry 🙈
We have a secret, just we three,
The robin, and I, and the sweet cherry-tree;
The bird told the tree, and the tree told me,
And nobody knows it but just us three.
But of course the robin knows it best,
Because she built the—I shan’t tell the rest;
And laid the four little—something in it—
I’m afraid I shall tell it every minute.
But if the tree and the robin don’t peep,
I’ll try my best the secret to keep;
Though I know when the little birds fly about
Then the whole secret will be out.
We are on the midst of secrets these days- frantically attempting to save a few surprises for Deb’s big day. Trying so valiantly, in fact, that Deborah dreamed that everybody came the week before the wedding and looked at her centerpieces. A bit of a let down. 🤔 Anyhow, maybe someday after the fact I’ll share a pic or two but until then 🙈
In other news: a non-secret is that spring has been painfully slow in arriving. We’ve spent enough time in the field to make us super impatient, but still we wait on the weather to cooperate. 1 Thes 5:18 “give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus,” has really been on my heart this spring.
Another nonsecret is our latest batch of puppies- such adorable little rascals. There are still 2 black lab females who aren’t spoken for-they are so cute-I hope they find their families soon!
I’m not sure if this should fall under the secret or non-secret bracket, but my dad is crazy over Crocs. Not sure how Deb managed to get them away from him long enough to wear them out to take care of her puppies, but that’s what’s going on in the pic. I’m just hoping that he will switch back to work shoes once we getting rolling in the fields- time will tell.
And finally, our neighbor has a field of
henbit wildflowers-shall we say. It’s rather outstanding. Anyhow, I stopped and enjoyed it one evening.
“Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you–you of little faith! Luke 12:27,28
I love it when God uses unusual ways to remind me that He will care for me!