R. R. 2, Brandon, Wisconsin 53919
March and April! The very sound of the names of the two months as we say them immediately seems to merge into another word SPRING. Spring is just around the corner. While we have been shivering throughout the winter the thought of another spring on the way always gives one a lift.
My old Dutch Grandmother used to say, 'I like it in the spring for then we can think to ourselves, 'Now we have two summers before us, before we have the second winter!' But in the fall it works the other way. So it appears, it is all in the way you look at it. And isn't this true of so many things we meet up with in life?
I can hear some of the Steam Brothers say, 'Ah! Spring makes me think of Steam Reunions, good old black smoke, Antique Cars, Steam Calliopes, and chaff down my neck.'
Spring can mean falling in love for the young man and lady who have been seeing a great deal of each other for the past months, or even a year or two, if they are a bit on the old fashioned side. For the undisciplined the wine of its wonder can lead to acts to regret which bring about ill considered unions. To the affected parents it can bring consequent tears and hurried plans.
To the very old it can be a very hard time as they try to continue on for another year. Winter has left them weak in body. There will be many new graves. Some may well repeat the words of an elderly neighbor of mine some years back. She asked her daughter plaintively as she lay dying, 'Oh dear! Why didn't I get this over with last spring?'
To the farmer who loves his soil it is a real joy to pick up a handful of it and work it in his hand. If it forms into a ball it is not quite ready to work. But there is great activity as he readies his machinery. Then he whistles more often than at other times of the year, and his wife, battling with the winter housedirt, knows he is a happy man.
To the geese overhead it is an absolute picnic, at least that is what one takes it for as you hear them honking. If the weather will permit the door should be ajar. Their discordant sweetness just must get to you for SPRING is in the air and you don't want to miss a moment of it.
And then the hum of tractors starts, and lasts well into the evening, as the planting time progresses. The farm wife looks through her freshly washed window and separates one farmer's tractor lights from those of another, and knows just who is out working on the eager fields which are only awaiting seed and sun to come alive with millions of promising blades. The moon looks cooperatively warm and friendly to every effort. The farm wife and mother returns to the ironing board. Sweaters have been laid away. There are now so many more school blouses and shirts to smooth into clean beauty.
Spring is the rush season also to the Greenhouse Lady six miles away. She is more than a business acquaintance, she is a horticultural friend. All her green fringed boxes of plants are being moved out into the open air now and taking on a new sturdyness for the gardens of the community. Her nose and fingers are brushed with good earth from morning until night as she wraps and staples package after package.
Spring is new awakening to the Child of God. It is choirs singing Hallelujahs, lilies upon altars, Sunrise Services and new dimensions of trust as each year brings him closer to that looked for Resurrection Morning of his own experience. Your writer feels too many Christian people do not live close enough to their anticipation to make it a great challenge of daily overcoming power. After all we CAN'T lose, now can we? We have all of this, and HEAVEN TOO.
The long nights of winter have given us fresh strength for the season ahead. Surely God plans everything so well. Of course if we want to stay out all night and mess things up well we can go ahead and do it, but who is going to be the loser? Nobody but US ourselves.
As a member of a presently operating book club, I am reading a new book. It is well written and interesting, but, rather sordid. (I wonder if my inquisitive spider will look into this one.) Now I realize that as a writer, I hunt for all the best things in the world and try to minimize the vulgar and unclean; is. Perhaps I am wrong in this as life' is as it is. Rut I feel we need something to shoot at something high and noble. How the author of this book ever got his words on paper between his liquor I will never know. He traveled from bar to bar.
But this verse of the Bible comes back to me again and again, 'Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.'
If we think along these lines, naturally we write ;along these lines. I said to my husband just the other day, 'I have trouble enough keeping my life in line when I'm cold sober so I couldn't afford to drink.' So I guess it is all in the way you look at it, but it is a marvelous experience to see spring as a fresh gift from God, and a trust put into our hands. Here's for the rake and the shovel, the lawn mower and the hoe. Have a happy Springtime, all of, you. And don't work too hard now.