A friend and I went shopping for fabric yesterday. It was a pleasant outing, but this morning I’m dealing with the consequences: a plugged sinus that prevented me from falling back to sleep when I awoke at 5am. So I’ll write instead–and likely resort to decongestant before long, since I’m scheduled to cook at the Villa today.
We two shoppers are members of the Church’s Sewing committee and it’s part of the committee’s job to purchase fabrics to use as comforter tops and backs. We hit two fabric stores and came back with a bunch of fabric and a big roll of batting. I tend to be sensitive to the chemicals in new fabrics–and more so if they are a bit musty–so at times I get a shopping bonus of sinus problems.
On Sewing Days we, the Committee, match and measure these fabrics; we sandwich a layer of batting between and pin them together for some ladies to tie. Last Sewing Day they got about eight comforters tied and there are two Sewing Days a month Nov to March so it keeps the Committee hopping to keep the ones who tie supplied with blankets.
These blankets go to inner city schools; from there they are distributed to families who need them. The Sewing ladies also cut and sew gowns for the palliative care wing of one Saskatoon hospital, and layette blankets for the nursery of another. Our work seems to be much appreciated and it gives the ladies a pleasant day of visiting & fellowship.
We had a beautiful day for shopping: sunny and spring-like. All we need now is for the birds to start coming back. (But they better not! March can be nasty, April iffy.)
I was reading in an old devotional booklet this morning about the Swallows of San Juan Capistrano. The writer makes reference to the old song, “When the Swallows Come Back To Capistrano” and says how reliable this event is. They come back on March 19th and leave Oct 23rd every year without fail. Even on leap years. Incredible timing!
We, too, have seen an example of the timing of wild birds and it really is amazing. Back when we lived near London, Ontario, one day for an outing our family went to Jack Miner’s Bird Sanctuary in Kingsville. Jack Miner became known as a friend of Canada geese and he left this sanctuary so others could come and observe these beautiful birds close up.
His descendants were maintaining the property–hopefully still do; one of them went out every day at 4 pm to feed the birds. When we arrived at 3:45 pm we walked around a bit and saw about a hundred or so Canada geese in the field obviously waiting for their supper. At 3:50 a few dozen more had joined them.
At 3:55 the sky was full of Canada geese, hundreds of them coming in from every direction. (I told my husband this is just like Mennonites getting to Church. :)) By 4pm they were all settled in the field waiting; I don’t remember that there were any latecomers. It wasn’t the sound of a motor that brought them, for they had to wait another twenty minutes until the food came. So what inner clock would give them such precise timing?
For an answer to this and other intriguing questions about the natural world, read Job Chapter 39.