On the ninth of March, the “switch” was turned on and all the birds in my neighborhood began to sing.
I don’t know where they were before that morning, but they sure seemed to have practiced for that sunrise. Their arrival is a sign of spring. The season when planting happens. The time of year we pull out those tools from the garage and prepare the soil for seeds.
This seasonal rite is old and crosses many cultures. Though it is very much mechanized now, it is still the rite that puts those whole grain breads on our tables. Bread: The staple of life and the broken loaf that depicts the Christ.
by Gradye Parsons, posted on ecclesio.com
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