A blessed Friday to you all! We are starting a new 'season' here at St. Fiacre's Farm with a Friday blog series for our young farmer readers. Each week we will feature a lovely, oldie but goodie, story about farm life, the great outdoors, animals or the like. Along with this story we hope to add a free downloadable activity sheet to go along with the story. Jjoin us every week to see what is new. For Pope Pius XII says, "The farm is the ideal nursery for the family", and we hope that family young and old (er) will benefit from our little homesteading journey. Without further ado....
THE FOUR SEASONS
“I WISH it were always winter!” said Ernest, who had returned from a sleigh-ride, and was making a man out of snow. His father desired him to write down this wish in his notebook; and he did so.
The winter passed away, and the spring came. Ernest stood with his father by the side of a bed of flowers, and gazed with delight upon hyacinths, the violets, and the lilies of the valley. “These are the gifts of spring,” said his father; “but they will soon fade and disappear.” “Ah!” said Ernest, “I wish it were always spring!” “Write that down in my book,” said his father; and Ernest did so.
The spring passed away, and summer came Ernest went with his parents, and some of his playmates, into the country, and spent the day there. Everywhere the meadows were green and decked with flowers, and in the pastures the young lambs were sporting around their mothers.
They had cherries to eat, and passed a very happy day. As they were going home, the father said, "Has not the summer its pleasures too, my son?" "Oh, yes," said Ernest; "I wish it were always summer!" And this wish Ernest wrote down in his father's book.
At last autumn came. Ernest again went with his parents into the country. It was not so warm as in the summer, but the air was mild and the heavens were clear. The grape-vines were heavy with purple clusters; melons lay upon the ground in the gardens; and in the orchards the boughs were loaded with ripe fruit.
"This fine season will soon be over," said the father, "and winter will be upon us." "Ah!" said Ernest, "I wish it would stay, and always be autumn!"
"Do you really wish so?" said his father. "I do, indeed," replied Ernest. "But," contin-ued his father, taking at the same time his note-book out of his pocket, "see what is writ-ten here."
Ernest looked and saw it written down, "I wish it were always winter." "Now turn over another leaf," said his father, " and what do you find written there ?" " I wish it were al-ways spring." "And farther on, what is written?" "I wish it were always summer."
"And in whose hand-writing are these words?" "They are in mine," said Ernest. "And what is now your wish?" "That it should always be autumn." " That is strange," said his father. "In winter, you wished it might always be winter; in spring, you wished it might always be spring and so of summer and of autumn. Now, what do yon think of all this?"
Ernest, after thinking a moment replied, "I suppose that all seasons are good.'' "That is true, my son: they are all rich in blessings, and God, who sends them to you, knows far better than we what is good for us. Had the "wish you expressed last winter been granted, we should have had no spring, :no summer, no autumn.
"You would have had the earth always covered with snow, so that you might have had sleigh-rides and made snow-men. How many pleasures would you have lost in that event! It is well for us that we cannot have all things as we wish, but that God sends us what seems good to him." - The Metropolitan Second Reader Published in 1883 ~*~ By A Member of the Order of the Holy Cross
My name is CeAnne, wife to my Farmer and mama to 4 adopted kiddos. I help farm lov'n mama's (and grandmas) turn common herbs into powerful medicines without being overwhelmed. Here you will find all sorts of nourishing goodness on natural medicine, herb gardening and wholesome real foods. Read more about our farm HERE.