for behold, the winter is past;
the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth,
the time of singing[a] has come,
and the voice of the turtledove
is heard in our land
Finally! It's starting to look like spring. We need a lot of yard work done though. When I was a kid I loved dandelions. I picked a million.
Me: "Lyric look at the pretty dandeloins!"
Lyric: "Yes, I like the blue ones."
Hmmm... blue dandelions?
I told the kids I was not fixing dinner. Boone says, "I'm packing up everything then!"
For the time will come when people will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear.
2 Timothy 4:3
