It's National Poetry Month! Here's a lovely poem called "Consider the Lilies of the Field" by Christina Rossetti:
Flowers preach to us if we will hear:-- The rose saith in the dewy morn: I am most fair; Yet all my loveliness is born Upon a thorn. The poppy saith amid the corn: Let but my scarlet head appear And I am held in scorn; Yet juice of subtle virtue lies Within my cup of curious dyes. The lilies say: Behold how we Preach without words of purity. The violets whisper from the shade Which their own leaves have made: Men scent our fragrance on the air, Yet take no heed Of humble lessons we would read. But not alone the fairest flowers: The merest grass Along the roadside where we pass, Lichen and moss and sturdy weed, Tell of His love who sends the dew, The rain and sunshine too, To nourish one small seed.
I took advantage of a warm afternoon a few days ago by sitting on my porch and turning some branches of an unruly grape vine into a decorative robin's nest. It is made of concentric wreaths woven together with green yarn and more grape vine branches.
I created the robin's eggs out of plaster and painted them with acrylic paint.