It has been a wet, wet, rainy day in Delaware. Last night, anticipating the rain and cold, I decided to fill my bird feeders. I went to my big aluminum trash can where Certain Man had put the new 50 lb. bag of Black Oil Sunflower Seed. I opened the can, and spread open the paper sack. We had only filled the feeders two or three times and the bag was nearly full.
I was disappointed to realize that the scoop was not there. Then I remembered that Little Boy C and Little Boy N had helped me to fill bird feeders the day before, and we had placed the scoops on the steps of the deck so we could go and pick some tulips and daffodils for their Pretty Mama.
So I went to find the scoop. But I got sidetracked on my way. It might have been the rugs for the entry way and kitchen that were still hanging over the deck rail. It might have been that a precious friend was stopping in before Small Group for a sweet, sweet time together over her Bible Study Lessons. It might have just been that I was trotting around checking on my tulips.
In any case, I got distracted, and completely forgot about my need to fill the bird feeders.
In the middle of the night, it started to rain. It rained hard and it rained long. I got up and came downstairs and heard the wind blowing the rain against the big picture window where I sat by Certain Man’s toasty fire, reading my Bible. I love rainy days, with the gray all washed together across the land, and I especially appreciated the fact that it was raining in Delaware and not snowing.
Along about eight o’clock, we had a deluge. I was meandering around my kitchen, watching the eaves overflow profusely when I heard the clanging of a metal lid, hitting the deck. “Hm-m-m-m-m-m!” I thought. “That is really strange. I can’t figure that the wind would have blown off the trash can lid!” I came around the table in the dining room to look out, and sure enough! There was a big lid lying on the deck. I investigated further, and found that the lid to the trash can was firmly in place. Then my heart suddenly stopped. The first can is used for trash. The second is my bird seed storage container. And the lid to that can was off. My heart sank as I opened the door to get a better look. It was sitting directly below the overflowing eaves. The brown bag was open, and the water was pouring into it like someone was dumping a huge pitcher from somewhere on the roof.
I didn’t even think about getting wet. I slithered my way out of the sliding glass door, and hugged the side of the house till I could reach the trash can. It was so heavy with water, I could barely move it. I drug it over to the door, away from the place where the eaves were overflowing and assessed the situation. There was water all around the bag, halfway up the inside of the can. The seeds were soaking as well. I tried to hold the bag in place and dump out the extra water, but wasn’t too successful. It was so HEAVY! And I was afraid the bag, so soggy from the exposure, would tear, and then I would have all that wet bird seed on my equally wet deck.
So I did what I always do when I don’t know what to do. I called Certain Man. He wasn’t much help. “Might just as well throw it away,” he said. “When bird seed gets wet, there’s not much you can do. It gets moldy and they won’t eat it.”
“Couldn’t I spread it out somewhere and put a fan on it and dry it?” I asked hopefully.
“Where in the world are you going to find enough space to spread out 50 pounds of bird seed?” He asked back, not hopefully at all.
“I don’t know.” I said, rather uncomfortably. “I just thought, maybe I could put up a table in the garage or something. . . ”
“You’d need alot of tables to handle all that bird seed,” he said, kindly. “I think I might just as well stop at ACE Hardware tonight and pick up another bag.”
“Maybe we could use this to plant our patch of sunflower seeds that I want to grow this summer!” I said with a sudden inspiration.
That suggestion was not even graced with a reply. Certain Man doesn’t really think it is a wise idea to plant sunflower seeds and I guess 50 pounds would plant quite a patch. So, I guess I won’t mention that again. I know they would grow plants, though, because I always have little sunflowers growing in my yard and in my deck containers and anywhere they happen to land.
This afternoon, the rain cleared out, and there was a soft, beautiful sunshine. I decided that the weather forecaster had been wrong. It wasn’t going to keep raining until Tuesday morning (as had been predicted.) But then tonight, the storms moved in again. For a while, the rain and the sunshine fought for pre-eminence, but eventually, the sunshine won. I looked out my windows to the east and south and there was the most gorgeous rainbow. By the time I got my camera and found batteries and got a card into it, it had faded somewhat, but not enough to stop me.
Remember The Promise of Our Majestic God!
And God said, “This is the token of the covenant which I make between me and you and every living creature that is with you, for perpetual generations. I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth. And it shall come to pass when I bring a cloud over the earth, that the bow shall be seen in the cloud: And I will remember my covenant, which is between me and you and every living creautre of all flesh; and the waters shall no more become a flood to destroy all flesh. And the bow shall be in the cloud; and I will look upon it, that I may remember the everlasting covenant between God and every living creature of all flesh that is upon the earth.” And God said unto Noah, “This is the token of the covenant, which I have established between me and all flesh that is upon the earth.”
God looks at the rainbow and REMEMBERS!
So, also, should we!!!