Undeserved Miracles

The glories of spring are upon us, as the ornamental pears and plums are in bloom, and the fruit trees tease with colour and adornment. The nights are cool and clear enough for a fire, and a tent appears at the edge of the property. Suddenly, five less kids are sleeping under your roof, and you know that the firmament has a set of adoring admirers. The animals have more than enough feed, after a hard summer and an indifferent winter, and the realisation that the eight trees you thought you’d lost, had actually survived, seems an undeserved miracle - another among so, so many.