We keep looking at our calendars for reassurance that ... well, spring is coming ... even though we know that means summer weather ... with its searing temperatures ... is lurking somewhere on down the line.
Sometimes, then, I try to nestle into a bed of cooling thoughts ... about winter ... about autumn (one of my all-time favorites) ... and ... yes, spring.
Spring also brings to mind the struggling little dogwood that stands on the front lawn of Brimm Manor ... near the sloping driveway where The Little Red Car comes and goes ... on its various adventures.
Twice a year the little dogwood gives us a magnificent show ... particularly in the spring ... with its remarkable show of blossoms ... but again in the fall, too ... with its fiery red foliage.
I think today's poem pretty well tells its own story (and if you discover one of my "sermons" in it, well, so be it):
BEHOLD, THE DOGWOOD
glorious little dogwood,
you have survived
drought and freezing,
even neglect, and yet
this year you bestow
an abundance of blossoms,
you teacher of lessons.
(originally published in Capper's)
Today's word: teacher