I am thinking a lot these days about words. One of the most comforting thoughts that I have had recently, is that though the world changes at an alarming rate, for me any way-some things do not lose their value or place. Words are one of those things that are of dependable worth. There are so many varieties now of communication-and I do miss some of the less modern modes of exchanging thoughts-but the value of words will never decline, and I like that. I remember as a child, writing letters to my cousin. She was only a few hours away, but telephones were party-lines in my earliest memories of them-and they weren’t installed for children to chat. Getting a letter from my cousin was one of the best things about the mailbox that I knew of. Sometimes, mama would get a letter from a relative and she would have a ceremony of sorts, when she read it to the family. Friends and I wrote to one another as young adults-now 30 years ago that’s been! I do not remember when or how that custom was abandoned, but what a loss. It is odd to me with all of the conveniences and all of the”instant”-with everything faster than before- that we are too busy to even send cards to one another. I am ashamed that I can’t recall the last time I did such a thing ! Now, my mother continues this beautiful practice and so today, my son, Christian will find some love in the mailbox for his birthday. I do feel that writing from the rabbit patch is a good habit for me, and I have a notion that it may inspire me to be much more diligent about future correspondences. I like to share the sweet things I find in a day. Today, as I was rushing to complete a task that required an errand, I looked up from my parked car, to see a calico cat sleeping in a window sill. There she was without a bit of hurry in her,gazing out the open window. I watched her as I waited and the peace of those minutes, about made me drowsy. Driving back, I saw daffodils dotting the edges of fields and woods. I wondered who had planted them long ago. An old abandoned house had quite a few to brag about. Someone used to love it-the daffodils are the proof of that. What a nice legacy. There is a rosemary bush that I walk by pretty regularly. I do not pass it without complimenting it on that sweet green scent it lends the air. Today there were a few little purple flowers decorating it for spring. It was a lovely day we had today and I tried to take great notice of it. The treasures of this season, like ” a word fitly spoken” have a beauty that will not change with time-and I like that.