There is something about apple blossoms. It's not just their simple beauty, their blush. They provide cover and fullness after months of barrenness. They promise fruit and sweetness. And by moonlight they whisper of reflected light. I love my backyard full of them.
In honor of National Poetry Month, I went hunting for a poem about apple blossoms, and here is what I found. And it is lovely. I hope you enjoy it, too, Gentle Reader.
For those who requested photos that included Grandma, here are a few taken by others from Ezra's birth day:
And below are the Tim Finnegans on Sunday. Ezra made his first trip to church to see his daddy be ordained and installed as a deacon at RMPC (http://www.rinconpres.org). Grandma and Grandma were bursting with joy!
Please join us in welcoming our first grandson to the world! Ezra Jude Finnegan was born this morning, weighing 6 pounds 15 ounces, and measuring 19 inches. He and his mom are both beautiful and doing well. God is very good to us! And tonight we are praising Him.
1 Sam 1:27-- For this child I prayed and the Lord has granted me my petition that I made to him.