The quiet indoor days of winter are slowly packing up their wares and making room for spring and the joys and jobs that open ground and warmer temperatures invite. This month has also brought unseen visitors that have touched my heart and make me aware again and again of the love and protection we have on this journey. The Divine comes to us in small and seemingly insignificant ways, and that has been true for me most recently.
For now, let’s start with some visitors we have had down on the farm.
Early morning wild turkeys flock in the orchard. Flamboyant Tom is fanning his feathers hoping he’ll get lucky. He’s quite a stud and the “gobble gobble” he emits is totally under rated. What a racket he makes!
My photos don’t do his mating dance or his love songs justice. Trust me, the whole mating ritual was pretty amazing to see from our front door.
A sunny Sunday morning had us grab our beach chairs and head down to the light house at Port Clyde. We picked up the Sunday Times, a cup of coffee and a poppy-seed muffin and perched on the rocks for a few glorious hours looking out to sea. This ritual is how we open the season. What better way to welcome in the warming sun.
Two more visitors, one invited…….and one not so much, but Buddha cat teaches us that we have to take care of all.
The warm spell we had brought this little wonder up for a visit. We took our very first canoe ride of the season and it was only March 24th. The ice on the lake had melted a full month earlier than usual.
It was an invigorating ride. As the day warmed up into the 70’s, we decided to take Sara to la Verna Preserve for a picnic on the rocks.
On the way home, we stopped in Damariscotta and paid a visit to Aboca beads. We had plans on Sunday for a crafternoon, and this is what we came up with.
Chan Luu, we’re on to you!
Getting prepped for the upcoming Passover Seder, I found a great recipe for macaroons on the food 52 blog. It was hard to keep them away from sticky fingers Rob-o, until the Seder night.
The youngest reads the Four questions. Here are the first unseen guests. My grandma Hilda embroidered the covering for the Matzo, and the glass of wine for Elijah is from my grandma Rae. I felt as if they were both there with us, sitting side by side.
Our hand knitted passover vests! Thank you Noro yarn.
This little tableau is of great significance to me, though it could be seen as quite the opposite. Central is the coveted matzo ball recipe written in my dad’s hand. It takes its place right there on the window sill and remains until the week of Passover is completed. Next to it is a little silver charm, a cowboy hat that belonged to my grandma Rae, his mother. And below is a little casting of the three monkeys, ‘Speak no Evil, See no Evil, and Hear no Evil” that my brother bought for me. Three very special guests.
The week before, Adam called at 7:14 to wish me a happy birthday, a sure sign that my dad hitched a ride with him to send me his wishes too. I am sure that anyone reading this knows the significance of 7:14 as symbolic of my dad.
I have felt the loving presence of so many loved ones who have passed and yet remain in conversation with me. I am always strengthened by the reminder that we are not here alone, that we have the love and support of those who have come this way before us and those who have chosen to guide and guard our lives on earth. Take heart in all the love that surrounds you, from those whose touch you can feel, and from the unseen embrace that is eternal.