The View From The Hayfield

This one of for Aunt Jean.

Pictures of home in the spring.

The baby calves are bawling

and the mama cows are highly suspicious of me

because I am walking instead of driving the cake pickup.

The meadowlarks and robins are singing

and the creek is even running with a little waterfall.

It's been dry the past two springs.

It really is the perfect time for "birding".

There are no leaves, so they are easy to find.

No bugs and no tall weeds to navigate.

No ticks yet either.

Just look at who was keeping an eye on me

as I walked the fence line of the hay field.

Not just suspicious mama cows.

The View From The Drop Bunch

Words.

I just can't find the right ones.

So it's a good thing that a picture is worth a thousand

which means I've got enough words in pictures for a story here.

These ol' cows above are happy for the melt and mud,

I would think, because it means sunshine and warmth as they wait for their babies.

It's a season of expectations and weariness when the calves are coming.

It is especially tender this year.

I wonder how long it will be so tender?

Maybe always.

Maybe the tenderness can open my eyes.

Maybe it is good to stay a bit tender . . . 

~

Come to Me.

All you who are weary and carry heavy burdens

and

I will give you rest.

{says Jesus according to Matthew chapter 11}