Semi-Daily Scribbles

The day was perfect. The sun broke through the cloud cover and evaporated morning's sour mood. Birds cooed and trilled as they collected building materials for their nurseries. Peace settled over the valley in time for the midday meal. Nature glowed in its best light, but the shadow passed over Caleb's heart as he made his way homeward through the orchard. A field of white filled his vision as Mary's song swelled in his ears. Perfection in a minor key threatened to break Caleb in two. It was the promise of beginnings that hurt the most when he passed under the flowering pear. The blossoms' sweet simplicity reminded Caleb his Mary, her lullaby, and the new life they brought into the world nourished the earth and returned the orchard to its glory every spring.