Spring is sprung

My father used to recite this little verse:
Spring is sprung,
De grass is riz,
I wonder where dem boidies is?
De little boids is on de wing,
Ain’t dat absurd?
De wings is on de little boid!

Spring is definitely springing, if not yet completely sprung, as the leaves start to poke out of the tree branches. Every spring is, in effect, an act of new creation. I love this time of year, when the weather is clear and sunny, the branches are bare with a hint of green just beginning to show, and the air is filled with birdsong. Creation seems about to explode with life!

Yesterday, a mother duck, accompanied by eight tiny, timide, newly hatched ducklings, arrived on the pond. She spent the whole time swimming around, anxiously quacking advice - her beak was never still for a second. The ducklings stuck to her like glue to start with: a yacht with eight dinghies in tow; but after a while they started to cruise around, mini-dodgem cars, on their own. Then, after their swim, they clambered out onto the grass and dried off, huddling beneath their mother's wings.

An image of God's care for us.