“A walk in the country is as curative to the heart and soul as an afternoon spent at a spa is to the body.”
It is mid-winter in Oklahoma and yet there dawn days we may take for granted—days when the wind stops to catch its breath and lays low for a short nap. The sun shines in a clean blue sky. These are days I bundle up and go along when Ron checks fences or moves cows to fresh pasture.
Last fall we planted rye in our hay field and the cows are loving that, but they still want their daily rations of alfalfa. Alfalfa is the sweet feed of the grass fed beef world. The cows love it.
The creek and ponds brim full. Rains have washed deep ruts in the farm’s paths and dirt roads. Water stands in the ruts and in the pasture and orchard where it doesn’t belong. Rain finds itself a hard to appreciate blessing this year.
I like to carry my camera and look for the unusual and the left behind like the electric poles and wires strung to nothing, a cistern or well back in the woods, lichen on a fallen branch like displays of tiny white flowers, the big old pecan tree in the back forty that our son loved to climb and watch the world from spreading wide and beautiful, mistletoe green against a brown and otherwise leafless tree, Kentucky coffee tree boasting leathery brown pods, an old sycamore’s white skeleton standing tall in the tree line.
I like to look for redbud and crape myrtle seed pods, shadows and shafts of sunlight, the ripple of the creek’s moving water, the wheeling hawks defending their territory from intruders like us. All these sights feed the mind and soul like the pasture of green rye grass feeds the cows.
A great cottonwood fell yesterday in the still early morning hours. Not a whiff of wind and no traffic, but the ear-splitting kaboom of a tree falling waked us. There is no sound quite like it. As the tree timbers it breaks other trees or their branches so gunshots sound and as the tree settles it snaps and pows for a while until it can no longer move. Anything in its path is crushed. We went looking to see what tree fell and found the trunk transversing the creek like a bridge. Sad. I mourn every tree we lose here.
The Bible says God cares even when a sparrow falls to the ground so a tree falling probably grieves Him too. It is a good God who cares for the birds, the flowers and trees, and who loves and values His people. He is grieved by the pain and misery in the world today and longs to have man choose right over wrong, truth over lies, and life over death. He is full of mercy. Read about other “gods.” Read about Jehovah. You will find there is no God like Him.
“Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without Your Father. But the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore, you are of more value than many sparrows.” Matthew 10:29
He said, “O Lord, the God of Israel, there is no God like You in heaven above or on earth beneath, keeping covenant and showing lovingkindness to Your servants who walk before You with all their heart.” 1 Kings 8:23