April in Massachusetts. Two days of snow. You really can't think about packing up your winter boots and woolens until May in New England. At any moment the weather may turn. ❆

Honey and Blossom are getting bigger each day. So far they are very charming pets. They love to be  cuddled, which is quite nice, and they make soft little adorable sounds. As I wrote in my last post, it's the little things. ♥

This morning I read the loveliest reflection on the Holy Mother, who is to me eternal spring:

God sent one of his messengers to one of his creatures. The all-powerful One none has ever looked upon, to whom it costs nothing to make worlds without number, approached a maiden poor and hidden, who at the same time longed ardently for the coming of the Messiah; who summed up in her great heart--great because sweet and humble, a heart ready to believe, to accept, to receive--all the expectation of Israel. It is even more wonderful than the sun seeking a single violet in all the earth to unfold it.

When the nuptial hour of the Word and of mankind arrived, this Virgin of virgins alone was found ready, completely ready in her beauty.

She was ready because she was free. She did not need to prepare herself, for she lived in perfect detachment. She lived only for her God; she would not let a single shadow cast by a creature fall across her inner life. Her detachment was absolute because it came from love and the love of this Virgin could bear no compromise. . .

Her heart was wholly his, always he found her prepared, always ardently longing for him, and always she complied with his smallest wishes, fully and wholeheartedly.

What a happy sight for the joy and refreshment of our souls--a sight consoling in its serenity and splendor. This soul so sweet, filled with the Infinite Goodness, awaiting the greatest event that could happen on the earth--the birth of its God. And, thronged about with Seraphs and Cherubs prostrate before the Treasure which she bears, yet remaining the most tranquil of all creatures, the calmest, and the furthest from all anxiety; the readiest to sympathize and understand. 

written by Mother Marie de Douleurs († 1983).

Isn't it beautiful?