A Sunny Sunday

Today is supposed to be a sunny Sunday (Hallelujah!), but I had some pictures to post from one of the first ones we had in this spring season when our friends Seth and Lua were here.

We happened upon this field of sheep just a few minutes after that little lamb was born. Look how tiny he or she is!  We waited around for a while to see if there would be a second one coming since lambs usually come in pairs, but our waiting proved futile.

Last year I read an essay by G.K. Chesterton that stayed with me, especially when I see all the daisies start popping up.

Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in

spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and

unchanged.  They always say, "Do it again"; and the grown-up

person does it again until he is nearly dead.  For grown-up 

people are not strong enough to exult in monotony.  But perhaps

God is strong enough to exult in monotony.  It is possible that

God says every morning, "Do it again" to the sun; and every

evening, "Do it again" to the moon.  It may not be automatic

necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes

every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them.

It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have

sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.

Isn't that the best?  Do it again.  Maybe that should encourage us at the start of a new day, making the same breakfast, parenting children, completing the same round of tasks, to not get tired of the art of daily living.

This is the Church of Christ the Consoler at nearby Newby Hall.  

Ella took this photo of the newlyweds.

It was my first time to walk inside this church.  It was built with the money collected for the ransom of the family's son who was kidnapped by brigands while traveling in Europe.  The money was raised, but her son was killed.

The sound of buzzing bees was so loud around this blossoming tree!  They were hard at their work.