Sunday, March 7, 2010

Orange Blossom Special

The grass withers, the flower fades: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.--Isaiah 40:8
Orange blossom time once again in the Valley. Buds and flowers are just outside our window, the sweet scent wafting through the air.


Secondary Roads said...

And here, what sight, the ground is still white. But the song of the house finch fills the air. The weather man calls for warmer weather. The smell of skunk is on the breeze. Ah, sweet spring cannot be far away.

Andrea said...


Lin said...

Oh, I wish I could smell it! Enjoy it for me, will you?

vanilla said...

Ah, indeed, Chuck. The smell of skunk in the air. I find it not unpleasant if the source is far enough away!

God's creations are beautiful, Andrea.

Lin, I am enjoying it. Somehow in my feeble human imagination, I think heaven will smell like orange blossoms. (Actually it will be so far beyond our imagination that we can't possibly ideate the concept of heaven.)