Monday: a photo from my Bible Study.
Tuesday: Emma under our willow tree
Friday: Leftover crafting scraps & prayer time at Chruch
Saturday: Hint of Spring
A poem Chesterton recalls writing as a child:
"I asked through what incantation or prenatal purgatories I must have passed, to earn the reward of looking at a dandelion."
This childhood sense of wonder stayed with him:
And since I have owned a garden (for I cannot say I have been a gardener) I have realised better than I did that there really is a case against weeds. But in substance what I said about the dandelion is exactly what I should say about the sunflower or the sun, or the glory which (as the poet said) is brighter than the sun. The only way to enjoy even a weed is to feel unworthy even of a weed. -G.K. Chesterton, Autobiography