Spring Lake

For the last two evenings, My Love and I have walked around the small lake on the south end of Cherokee. (Of course, I did not think to bring a camera along!) Called Spring Lake, it is a gravel pit that has been transformed into a wonderful park with shelter houses, picnic tables, grills, playground equipment for children, camping facilities for motor homes and travel trailers, several fishing spots, and a paved walking trail around the outside that takes about 1/2 hour to complete.

Swimming on the water were Canada geese with their little goslings in tow, mallard ducks with several small ducklings following, and many and varied species of birds flitting through the trees as they serenaded us with their sweet melodies.

Set off by the flowering lilac bushes, honeysuckle, bridle wreath and other blossoming trees, it is a true piece of paradise. Immersing ourselves in this reawakening of creation, it is impossible to be sad, worried, depressed or anxious. The surrounding beauty is almost intoxicating with the glory of God.

Even such a short half-hour stroll sends my heart bursting forth in praise and thanksgiving to God who encircles me every day with such reminders of the Eternal Presence. From time to time, I need these obvious taps on the shoulder to bring me again to consciousness of what is always there. Thank you, God.