While switching cable channels the other day I heard a child reciting and pantomining the “I’m a little teapot” ditty on a PBS children’s program.
I stopped and thought to myself….”It’s been a long time since I have heard that…did Eva Cate ever recite it?” I couldn’t remember…if so…obviously not for very long.
When I looked up the story behind its original concept …it was quite interesting.
Apparently it was created for the sole purpose of teaching dance to young children. Because the little ditty lends itself to pantomime…it could teach basics like pointing toes, graceful bends, and some furious tapping at the end…while acting out the highly active teapot.
(Unfortunately I found myself humming that little song the whole day…I drive myself crazy when I do that….)
I must confess that on those “puffy” days (that all we women can relate to… when we just feel plain fat)….I do feel like the little teapot…short and stout!
I do have all kinds…big green plastic ones, a little metalic pink one (for Eva Cate…it is the first thing she runs to get…of course she likes to fill it up with water and pour it in the fountain…not on flowers.)
I read a passage a few months back that has stuck with me….it tells the metaphor of a watering can being representative of God and His nurturing gift of life…water…special water for the soul.
Title: God’s Watering Can- Scripture: Isaiah 44: 3
For I will pour water on the thirsty land, and streams on the dry ground.
“There are times when the land is a metaphor for how we feel: thirsty and drying up; fearful, doomed, vulnerable, losing hope, unsure and shaken.
Whatever circumstance has led us to feeling this parched, it is not beyond the reach of the spout of God’s watering can. If God is faithful to pour out the water on the thirsty land, how much more he will refresh, renew, and restore us, his people.
After all he is a gardener, having a water can is a “must.’ Surely God has his basics down! He will know down to the last detail whether we need a nozzle with an “even, coarse, or fine spray.”
I love being around gardeners now…listening to their every word…especially enthusiastic gardeners with a flair for the whimsy and imagination created in gardens.
So when Anne sent me this poster…I loved it.
I love this cartoon…remember how just a few weeks ago I was bragging on the numbers of morning glories blooming each day while the moon flowers began fading away? Guess what?
So are the morning glories…the vines have all turned brown and crinkly…no watering can give them what they need…it is simply their time to depart. Here is my last photo of this season’s morning glory…a sad farewell…it is time to pull the broken brown vines down.
So until tomorrow….Isn’t it comforting to know that God will always be there with His watering can to quench our thirst for life?
“Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh
* Yesterday morning Gin-g called me excitedly on her way to Fort Dorchester Elementary…she told me to go look at the sky…she was surrounded by the most beautiful pink and immediately thought of me.
I did and here is the picture…because of the trees and other houses…I only got a glimpse of the pink streaks but I know what Gin-g was talking about….the aura surrounding me on the deck was pink…the whole world felt pink… I even had a pink glow…it was definitely a “pinkaliscious” day!
…But wait…there’s more. As I was skimming down some Facebook pictures later in the morning Sis Kinney had two pictures of this gorgeous pink morning where she lives in the North Carolina mountains….this strange pink aura was spreading far and wide! A great God’s Wink!
Well, I guess we’re in for another chilly day here in the NC mountains! The sun rising over the mountains makes it appear that they are on fire! Of course, my simple little smart phone doesn’t capture the intensity of it all, but WOW! Simply an intensely gorgeous sunrise! (Sis Kinney)
(Two different people in different locations experiencing the same pink morning and sharing it with others!)
*The newest little pumpkin growing in the pumpkin patch…..
“Mollie, Mollie, without Folly
How does your garden grow?
With pumpkins shells; large hay bales
And a precious boy in tow!”