Happy Blue Monday and Welcome March!  Today I am sharing my Russian Music Box with you. 

This was a gift brought back from Russia by a friend.  Maybe one day we will visit Russia.

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Welcome to another round of Metamorphosis Monday hosted by Susan over at Between Naps on the Porch! Today, I would like to bring you a little bit of Spring on this first Monday of March.  Here’s the corner of my deck I like to decorate with potted flowers in the dead of winter…

Here are my flower choices for Spring…

A quick note about the cat on my bench – it is the neighborhood cat.  We do not know who owns this cat, but he seems awfully content to sleep on my patio furniture!  He relaxed the entire time I repotted my plants – lazy little bugger!

Have a fabulous week everyone!

Spring Reading Thing 2009

is a fun, low-pressure reading challenge

open to anyone and everyone

It will take place March 20th-June 20th

(which is, coincidentally, the Spring of 2009).

Click on the cute button above and head on over to Callapidder Days to find out more!

  

When Spring Unlocks the Flowers

When spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil;
When summer’s balmy showers refresh the mower’s toil;
When winter binds in frosty chains the fallow and the flood;
In God the earth rejoiceth still and owns his Maker good.

The birds that wake the morning and those that love the shade;
The winds that sweep the mountain or lull the drowsy glade;
The sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on his way,
The moon and stars their Master’s Name in silent pomp display.

Shall man, the lord of nature, expectant of the sky,
Shall man alone, unthankful, his little praise deny?
No; let the year forsake his course, the seasons cease to be,
Thee, Master, must we always love, and Savior, honor Thee.

The flowers of spring may wither, the hope of summer fade,
The autumn droop in winter, the birds forsake the shade;
The winds be lulled, the sun and moon forget their old decree;
But we, in nature’s latest hour, O Lord, will cling to Thee!

Words by Reginald Heber