Clearly these are Pollywog Creek days to embrace – before sultry summer all too soon presses in – stifling and oppressive.
February days – when spring unfolds under a canopy of cerulean, and a palette of painted buntings hides in the tangle of brush and vine along the creek and flocks two-by-two to the feeders.
Days of leisure on the backyard swing with lattes, books, music and sunlight – as a pesky fox squirrel – not content with the peanuts I leave him – raids the bird feeders when I look away. Squirrel training is not my gift.
In a multitude of ways, these embraceable days are predictable – comforting and reassuring. Painted buntings arrive in winter and azalea blooms herald spring. Creation testifies – to the faithfulness of the One Who painted the bunting’s rainbow plumage and the tulip’s velvet petals.
“The heavens declare the glory of God,
and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.” ~ Psalm 19:1