"G" is for Grandma . . .
a scrapbook from my granddaughters that keeps their art work and letters.
My lovely mousepad in my favourite colour.
This I know to be true.
Love is patient, love is kind . . .
I love to make my own soup . . . this one is Beef and Cabbage.
I also have tubs of Parsnip, Ginger and Leek and a lovely Butternut Squash Soup in my freezer.
A favourite shot from my long-awaited walk in Surrey Lake Park.
First robin sighting of spring.
" On fair Britania's isle, bright bird, a legend strange is told of thee,
"Tis said thy blithesome song was hushed while Christ toiled up Mount Calvary.
Bowed 'neath the sins of all mankind and humbled to the very dust
by the vile cross, while viler men mocked with a crown of thorns, the Just.
Pierced by our sorrows, and weighed down by our transgressions . . . faint and week
crushed by an angry judge's frown, and agonies no word can speak.
"Twas then, dear bird, the legend says, that thou, from out His crown
didst tear the thorns, to lighten the distress
and ease the pain that He must bear, while pendant from thy tiny beak,
the gory points thy bosom pressed and crimsoned with the Saviour's blood,
the sober brownness of thy breast.
Since which proud hour for thee and thine,
as an especial sign of grace, God pours like sacramental wine,
red signs of favour o'er thy race.
~ Delle W. Norton