by Alison Umbarger
I didnâ€™t know what to expect when it finally became spring. It has been so exciting watching the flowers poke out of the ground, and then discovering what they are as they bloom. There are lilacs at the side of our house, beautiful purple irises in our front yard bloomed last week, and peonies in our front garden should bloom within a week. I planted vegetable and flower seeds in pots a couple months ago, and like a little kid, I eagerly monitored them to see which ones actually germinated. I just transplanted them to our garden today. There is even a robinâ€™s nest next to our front door, and I spent last weekend watching the baby robins poke their beaks out of the nest, waiting for their mother to bring a scrumptious worm to eat. To me, the robins were a reminder about how God cares about the robins, and how much more he cares about us.
The birch trees in our front yard leafed out over Memorial Day weekend while we were gone on a short backpacking trip. Adam and I went backpacking along Pictured Rocks on Lake Superior to celebrate our third anniversary. There was ice still floating in the lake that weekend, and we spent one night listening to the quiet crashes as icebergs broke and fell into the lake. The ice, unusual even for Superior in late May, foiled our original plans of taking a ferry to a nearby island to backpack there, but it was still an excellent trip. It was a good time to catch up after Adam spent two weeks at Cedar Campus with students.
For those of you who read my last letter, the Boston Marathon was a good experience. My time was twenty minutes slower than my qualifying time and security was much tighter this year. However, ten family members came to cheer me on, so it was fun to spend Easter weekend with all of them. I bet I am one of the few Boston runners that can boast that I had people from six different states cheering specifically for me. The race was also fun because I got to talk with many runners that had competed in the marathon in previous years, and I ran into an old teammate in the airport on the way home.