SPRING IS SPRUNG

By Marion Kelley Bullock

Spring is sprung,
The grass is riz,
I wonder where
The birdies is.

No. (I wave away the congratulations) That’s not original with me. If I knew who penned it, I’d ask for permission to use it, because it’s my sentiment exactly. Our grass has riz to an outrageous height, along with a new crop of weeds that failed to die when my husband laboriously sprinkled pre-emergence weed killer and fertilizer on it. He also watered it, because raindrops don’t keep falling on our heads here in West Texas.

Actually, I think the fertilizer must have eclipsed the weed killer, because our weeds are thriving. There are also bluebonnets dotted throughout the yard. I hate for them to get mowed down, but can you imagine maneuvering a lawn mower around each beautiful little plant? I realize you could use clippers, but my husband isn’t crazy about that idea.

As far as the birdies. Our cat knows where each one of them is, perched high in the pecan tree and on the wood fence. We keep her fat and sassy, and hang a bell around her neck, so she poses little danger to our winged friends. In gratitude they sing for us. I never grow tired of the doves’ cooing in our back yard.

God knows where every little bird is, too, and cares for them. How much more does He care for us.

So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows. Matthew 10:31.