I love Spring. I love the flowers; the breeze and the sun poking thru the clouds.
I love the melody of birds and the awakening of the slumbering earth.
I love the damp ground and the fragrance in the air.
I love it all—
Except for the mildew.
And, my word, do I hate the fine green layer that grows with the winter and rain. It covers everything outside our house.
It makes me twitchy. Really. Before the ground has defrosted, I start whining about it.
This isn’t even seen as a flaw to my hubby. He knows me well. He tackles the green with me.
The other day I returned from the store and I heard a racket in the backyard.
I opened the back door and saw this:
And nothing says I love you like the words etched in mildew with a pressure washer.
Oh, stop my beating heart.
Food for the Soul:
Song of Solomon 1:16 “How handsome you are, my lover! Oh, how charming!”