This evening, I was sitting on my screened porch listening to the frogs chant their welcome to the warmth of springtime. At a distance, I heard the whippoorwill calling out its greeting that I tried so hard to imitate 60 something years ago. Soon after, among the trees down by the creek, a firefly announced its presence. It dawned on me that these things had not changed during my life span.
Personal life events, the local and world news, and new inventions take control of our thoughts and dominate our lives. Our memories of simplicity soon fade. I thank God for the little frogs, whippoorwills, and fireflies that, in their simple and ever unchanging ways, pull me off that merry-go-round and help me to mentally escape for just a few minutes back to a time and place of enchantment.
Personal life events, the local and world news, and new inventions take control of our thoughts and dominate our lives. Our memories of simplicity soon fade. I thank God for the little frogs, whippoorwills, and fireflies that, in their simple and ever unchanging ways, pull me off that merry-go-round and help me to mentally escape for just a few minutes back to a time and place of enchantment.
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