by The Rev. Barbara Mraz
As the heady perfume filters into my yard from the courtyard below, I am intoxicated with spring. The warmer weather, the happy (although expensive) trips to the garden store, the birdsong, the tulips flaunting their flowerhood… my favorite season by far.
I love this from the writer Patricia Hemp: She notes that lilacs were first brought to America by 19th century Czech immigrants and that the lilacs now seen next to a farmhouse on the prairie in Minnesota or Iowa may have been there longer than any of us have been alive: “With all that immigrants had to leave behind, they valued these bushes enough to make room for a cutting or two among their baggage and bundles … They’re immigrant flowers brought here by people who loved their beauty. They survived the journey and they thrived.” (Spillville).
And reading that, my heart is less troubled.
See you in church.