Behold the welcome sight of milky green waters, the smell of wet earth and new green grass after a long winter. The tinge of purple on the Redbuds, the way the creek bottoms look after a burn, like a green carpet of new grass, all fresh with all the dead and past year's growth erased like it had never been. Sprouts of Sheep Showers and all things new coming up from the earth without anything to stop them. The Whitetail Deer, the Rio Grande and Eastern Turkey, the Buffalo all migrate to these burns and feast on the tasty shoots. The Killdeer, which I pronounce "Killdee" after my grandpa's way of saying the name, are building their nests on the ground right now and they swoop overhead and let out their high, keening cries. The Tom Turkey is parading and preening for his hens, hoping to impress one of these fair ladies. The Whitetail Buck has shed his antlers these last few months and the horns are shining on the black land. Spring is welcome here on this prairie after a long, cold, harsh winter, every creature is glad to see it.
Life always comes after death.....Jesus is the Resurrection and the Life...He went to the cross in the Spring and gained the victory over all death so we could partake of His life, the Life that never dies....The Abundant life which supplies all of our needs...If he takes care of the lowliest of animals, the Sparrow, how much more shall He take care of us....
|My Prairie Roots|
|Green Grass and Black Gold, Osage County Treasures|
|Ps. 104:10 He sendeth the springs into the valleys, which run among the hills...|
|Indian Grinding Rocks used to grind nuts|
|He maketh me to lie down in green pastures|
|He leadeth me besides the still waters|
|Old Bois D'arc Fenceposts on the Prairie|
|Oh, these Oklahoma Hills where I was Born.....|
|Spring Turkey Season, where is my shotgun?!|
|Come here, my darling.......|
|Oklahoma Redbuds starting to show a little color|