A Few Favorite Things

A Few Favorite Things

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with string,
These are a few of my favorite things.
“A Few of My Favorite Things,” from
Sound of Music
The Easter Season is a time for me to remember some of my favorite things; raindrops on roses and sitting close to my parents on Easter Sunday in our old “upper room” church in Freeport, Illinois, seeing everyone wreathed in smiles and shaking hands as we left the church to go home to a delicious Easter meal.
This time of year is so special to so many different cultural groups – it is New Years for my Persian friends and Passover for my Jewish friends. In all cultures the signature of God’s forgiveness and benevolence in the promise that Spring brings. Aren’t we lucky to once again see the robins return and hear the woodpecker beating out his rat-a-tat-tat love call on our metal stove pipe. I look out my door and just feel the spark in the air – the spark of life as all dormant things begin to thrust their way through the damp earth.
Puppies are born and nuzzle the mother, anxious to be out and about in the greening of nature. Mothers wrap their newest babes in warm sweaters and hats and walk with purpose and vitality; thump, thump thumping along and making a song of their own. Young boys with kites and girls without mittens. Fathers with new cars and a house full of kittens, small tiny flowers push through the earth, new clothes, new day, new start, new world. Ah, Spring. An everlovin’ Wild Apple for those who see.