{"id":970,"date":"2015-05-29T09:11:43","date_gmt":"2015-05-29T14:11:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/belovedlove.org\/reflections\/?p=970"},"modified":"2019-05-17T13:51:48","modified_gmt":"2019-05-17T18:51:48","slug":"spring-in-the-north-woods","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/belovedlove.org\/reflections\/2015\/05\/29\/spring-in-the-north-woods\/","title":{"rendered":"Spring In The North Woods"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/belovedlove.org\/reflections\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/Title-e1432818946496.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-979\" src=\"http:\/\/belovedlove.org\/reflections\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/Title-1024x791.jpg\" alt=\"Title\" width=\"625\" height=\"483\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>by Lydia Floren<\/p>\n<p>Spring is different in the North Woods, more than any other place I have lived.\u00a0 It is greatly anticipated by all who live here (especially a southerner like me) but still arrives unexpectedly.<\/p>\n<p>One day it is winter.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/belovedlove.org\/reflections\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/Winter-e1432819061254.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-981\" src=\"http:\/\/belovedlove.org\/reflections\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/Winter-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"Winter\" width=\"625\" height=\"469\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The next day, spring.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/belovedlove.org\/reflections\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/Spring-e1432819104434.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-978\" src=\"http:\/\/belovedlove.org\/reflections\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/Spring-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"Spring\" width=\"625\" height=\"469\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Overnight\u2014or so it seems&#8211;tulips bravely push past the cold. Green grass peaks through melting snow.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/belovedlove.org\/reflections\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/Flowers-e1432819151430.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-975\" src=\"http:\/\/belovedlove.org\/reflections\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/Flowers-868x1024.jpg\" alt=\"Flowers\" width=\"625\" height=\"737\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The woods blush with leaf-buds.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/belovedlove.org\/reflections\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/tree-e1432819191591.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-980\" src=\"http:\/\/belovedlove.org\/reflections\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/tree-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"tree\" width=\"625\" height=\"469\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>And then apple trees blossom.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/belovedlove.org\/reflections\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/Apple-Blossom-e1432819228848.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-972\" src=\"http:\/\/belovedlove.org\/reflections\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/Apple-Blossom-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"Apple Blossom\" width=\"625\" height=\"469\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>And lilacs.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/belovedlove.org\/reflections\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/Lilacs-e1432819272165.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-977\" src=\"http:\/\/belovedlove.org\/reflections\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/Lilacs-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"Lilacs\" width=\"625\" height=\"469\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Wisconsin spring is beautiful.\u00a0 And brief. Almost in the blink of an eye the flowers fade, the woods unfurl a startling array of greens.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/belovedlove.org\/reflections\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/Green-Trees-e1432819312962.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-976\" src=\"http:\/\/belovedlove.org\/reflections\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/Green-Trees-1024x767.jpg\" alt=\"Green Trees\" width=\"625\" height=\"468\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Summer.<\/p>\n<p>Wisconsin summers take my breath away.\u00a0 The days are warm, but not scorching. The grass is a lush carpet, caressing my bare feet.\u00a0 The cool evenings stretch until 9:30 or 10, inviting me to linger on the back porch to watch the dusk settle, feel the breeze, listen to the fading echoes of children at play.<\/p>\n<p>I am ashamed to say that even in summer, I can become inured, and then immune to the season\u2019s magnificence. But the change of seasons in the North woods stops me in my tracks. Every year. Every season. The shifts&#8211;winter to spring to summer to fall&#8211;shout God\u2019s greatness, His creativeness, His startling sense of beauty.<\/p>\n<p>I can\u2019t help but wonder. And awe. And give thanks, not only for the beauty surrounding me, but for the God who made all of this\u2014who made each of us, His pinnacle creations.<\/p>\n<p><em>I will give thanks to you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are Your works, and my soul knows it very well.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Happy summer!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by Lydia Floren Spring is different in the North Woods, more than any other place I have lived.\u00a0 It is greatly anticipated by all who live here (especially a southerner like me) but still arrives unexpectedly. One day it is winter. The next day, spring. 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