I find myself laughing for no reason but happiness, at all the seen and unseen splendor. There is no respite from the beautiful turmoil. The earth cannot contain it, it blooms and sings it out. It fills the empty spaces within me that winter held vacant. I cannotbe contained. It is unruly!
A small pond has already formed behind the dam. Along the creek edges there is evidence of slideways where the beavers and their logs have been sliding into the water.
This dam fits into the natural landscape and enhances it. The spillways where the water tumbles look like the work of a wild artist. It is more beautiful here because the beavers came. I would feel I had lived well if the same could be said of me.
Ducks are riding on the water by the thousands. I wish I had a lifetime for watching each creature and plant upon the earth. It is fascinating to watch every kind of life in action.

Mix together: 2 lbs. lean ground beef, 2 beaten eggs, 1 small chopped onion, 1 t. salt, 1/2 cup yellow cornmeal and 1/2 cup milk. Form mixture into two-inch balls and brown in shortening. Place meatballs in a 9 by 11 inch serving casserole. Heat together: One - 1 lb. can of jellied cranberry sauce, 12 oz. bottled chili sauce and 1 cup white raisins. Pour hot sauce over meatballs and bake at 350o for 45 minutes. Serves 8 to 10

I roam along the creek bank for an hour and then sit on the roots of a big old tree that overhangs the water. All life is quiet until a frog surprises me by jumping in a four-foot arc from stream to bank. I hear my first spring croak!
Far down the winding creek, two buzzards are circling. They follow the water's path toward me as though I were reeling them in with a string. They skim above me, smooth as a whisper, and then veer in a new direction and sail out of sight. I laugh, for I had almost forgotten my ability to call buzzards to me just with a loving thought.
I love the buzzards with an ancient love. To me, their flight is the most beautiful of all the birds. We often do not see beauty because we have an earthly idea of ugliness and we do not appreciate birds who are scavengers, although through them death becomes life again.
The love of springtime is ancient too. On strands of time this love runs through us all. We each bend back to the first heartbeat and forward into the millennium. Each plant, animal and man, unique and forever changing, keeps the past and the present, and the hope for life tomorrow, within itself.
I look out at the beauty of this April. In its newness, I see the home of life, this sweet old earth that makes the filicific spring.
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