Wednesday, March 19, 2008

SPRING

spring

Spring is here.

When I think of Spring, I think of The Atonement, eggs, daffodils, cherry blossoms and the occasional warm sunny day. I think of a poem that my grandmother dearly loved:

"And then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with daffodils."~ William Wordsworth

daffodils


Spring cleaning.
Children scurried, husbands fled, and servants groaned under the necessity that came with warmer weather: spring cleaning. The carpets were taken up, the rooms were emptied, the woodwork was polished, the chandeliers were washed, and neither comfort nor hot meals were to be had until spring cleaning was done.

The Victorians did it because of all the coal burning that left dirty residue on everything in the house.
I usually do it because it feels good to purge and put everything in order.

brianas closet

This year I am doing it to get ready for the move.
While I don't have servants to me in this ordeal, I do have great, helpful, and hardworking daughters! Jessica is thinking, "wow, I got out JUST in the nick of time!!" I am sure. She is correct!
The good thing is that our house in Bountiful was bigger than the house here, so I still have lots of things that are still boxed up.

Eggs are always abundant in the spring. As the daylight gets to last more and more hours in a day, the chickens begin to lay more eggs. This year I miss our chickens, they were such great pets! And the eggs, oh my they were so yellow!! The creme brule was always such a beautiful color!

easter eggs

Easter, Jesus Christ, the Atonement.
President Hinckley said this of Jesus, the cornerstone of our faith:

None so great has ever walked the earth. None other has made a comparable sacrifice or granted a comparable blessing. He is the Savior and the Redeemer of the world. I believe in Him. I declare His divinity without equivocation or compromise. I love Him. I speak the name of Jesus Christ in reverence and wonder. He is our King, our Lord, our Master, the living Christ, who stands on the right hand of His Father. He lives! He lives, resplendent and wonderful, the living Son of the living God.

Gordon B. Hinckley


I hope as we all have our Easter dinner that we remember why we are celebrating.

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