A Spring Mornings Frolic

It was a bright, sunny morning in April. The sky was a crystal blue and the budding trees bordered it with a living green. My brother, my dad, and I marched happily along between two waving green fields, the soft spring grass underneath us muffling the sound of our steps. Buttercups shouted that smiles are necessary. Birds twittered and laughter prevailed. Joy was everywhere.

We turned off the grassy path that borders our property, onto our neighbors gravel drive, and tramped through a wet, sweet smelling, marsh of a cow pasture. I held my breath as we picked our way over strong smelling cow manure, and watched timidly as a huge, red, bull stared at us.

Now a bright yellow patch of sun-fallen-to-earth claimed everyone’s attention. We had reached our destination. Quick as a wink my brother and I were deep inside the maze of wild yellow turnip flowers; but it did not take long for our gusto to wear down a bit. We had discovered that charging headlong through the tangled mass of green and yellow was no easy task. As we slowed down we were better able to appreciate the intricate design of what surrounded us. A brown spider was beautiful against the bright green of the ground cover. His web was sparkling with morning jewels of dew. The far off pond reflected the glory of the sky. The “Peace of God, which passeth all understanding” (Philippians 4:7) was everywhere.