Lebanon Reporter

April 7, 2010

Spring: A wonder to behold

By Johanna Mohringer
Reporter columnist

Lebanon — Wednesday last week, I was sitting in my chair by the window with my knitting. It startled me when suddenly a loud bang occurred against the window. It happens occasionally that a bird from the outside is attracted to the lamplight inside. “Poor bird,” I muttered. “I hope you did not get hurt too much.” I didn’t think any more of it. Yet about five minutes later, came another bang. This time I saw it too. A wren was inside the house and wanted back to freedom in the sunshine. However, I was not the only one who saw the wren. Bella saw it this time too and went bonkers, rearranging my plants by the window and knocking papers from the coffee table as the hunt was on.

I knew the wren was a lot faster than me, and I wanted the poor thing out of the house.

My son had worked that night and was in his first deep sleep. Usually it takes him some time before he gets coherent when abruptly awakened. Not this time. He turned over and asked if this was one of my April Fool’s jokes. It was not April first yet!

Soon all three of us were chasing that poor frightened wren. Finally my son caught him and set him free outside, where apparently his partner had been waiting. After a happy reunion they flew off together.

My son went back to bed and I re-arranged the furniture inside, which had been moved during the hunt.

Since I was late in officially reminding people about our Easter dinner, the response was poor. They had already made their own plans. So instead of an official Easter dinner, we changed it into a cookout — just hamburgers and hot dogs and only a few side dishes. In total only 19 people showed, and all at different times. Some only to say “Happy Easter” and visit for a few minutes.

So now we have leftovers galore.

The woods have suddenly come to life. Thousands of daffodils, some hyacinths and many wild flowers. Today the magnolia trees started to bloom. The forsythias have never bloomed so well.

It is a wonder to behold and to enjoy. So, at the spur of the moment, I invited people from church to come over afterwards to enjoy, but they already had other obligations and plans.

I have become pretty hard of hearing. In church I usually don’t understand what the priest preaches about, so I catch a word or even sentence or two and make up my own sermon. That works well, but most likely we have two different homilies!

I apparently am not the only one to make up and change things. My son was asking the priest why eggs were so important on Easter. He said they are “a symbol of new life.” My son responded that the meaning of the egg was much deeper. “Look at it this way. The center (the yolk) is God. He is the center of life. Then comes the egg white floating around — the Holy Spirit, which guides us and keeps things in place and order. The shell is Christ. In order to come to the Father, Christ was broken and killed so we gained free access to God again.” I said this was a new one to me and that I had never heard that kind of symbolism mentioned. Neither had the priest. “Neither have I,” my son said. “I just made it up and it works for me.”

The more I thought about it, the more I felt he put the meaning of Easter right in a nutshell (or in this case in an eggshell).

So, after all, it was a quiet day here outside after church — a time to meditate, relax and deeply enjoy the beautiful spring weather and love of the family, fellowship and good food.