By Timothy Collins
May 26, 2017: Magical Twilight
Sitting out on a quiet evening is certainly one joy of small-town living.
If the neighbors have their lights out (they usually do), life tends to settle down around 8:30 or 9:00. It can be quite still, with an occasional interruption from a train on the BNSF line a few blocks away. Amtrak, when it races by each night, is, for whatever reason, comforting.
A rising moon can cast wondrous shadows through the old trees, as it did during our early May full lunar spectacle.
By now, the fireflies have started to come out, and the yard is alight with hundreds of sparkling gold fairy-like lights.
All of this deepening twilight is magical, often marked by a flock of geese crossing overhead.
The proliferation of night wildlife this spring has broken the silence in wondrous ways. Because we have had so much rain, the tree frog chorus is the biggest I’ve ever heard. We seem to have some ducks or something else nearby, perhaps in a neighbor’s pool. An owl has taken up residence in a nearby tree.
Simple gifts, all of these.
I am grateful.
I cannot ask for more.
Except for the end of buffalo gnat season, which isn’t too far away.
May 7, 2017: Rural Sunday, a Reflection
The American custom of observing Rural Life Sunday (also called Rural Sunday) during the spring transcends denominational boundaries. It has its roots in the ancient custom of “Rogation Days” from the Latin “rogare” ― “to ask.”
(In modern English, we find the root in our word, “interrogation”).
Late in the Easter season, Christians in farming communities would ask a blessing on their fields, their seeds, their farm animals, and their own labor, that their planting would flourish and result in a good harvest.
It was a joyful, hopeful time of community prayer for the land and its people.
Sadly, the custom of Rural Sunday has diminished in recent decades as we have moved farther away from a farming society. Even those of us who live in rural communities too often find ourselves isolated from the diverse beauties of the rural land, not only its farms, but the works of all of its human inhabitants, as well as our fellow creatures.
Today, following up on Earth Day, we have another opportunity to give thanks for the fullness of the land and its natural beauty, the gift of God’s creation. Today is an invitation to be just a little bit closer to the rural landscape, its people, and its creatures on a glorious spring morning. (Adapted from http://uccfiles.com/pdf/RuralLifeSunday-Easter6-May5.pdf.)
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A picture is worth a thousand words
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Photo by Sam Barber, December 2015
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