Old Cowbelle: Lion or Lamb ... And the TongueI’m writing this on the 25th of February, so I won’t know how March arrived.
By: Ina Murray, columnist, Pierce County Herald
I’m writing this on the 25th of February, so I won’t know how March arrived.
I’ve always wondered who began that one; if March comes in like a lion, it will go out like a lamb.
So I looked it up on the internet and learned that the phrase had its origin with the constellations, Leo the lion and Aries, the ram or lamb. It has to do with the relative positions of these constellations in the sky. Actually, I couldn’t see what it had to do with it even after reading pages of information. Maybe because I just can’t get into astrology stuff.
It seems like it doesn’t make much difference how March enters, we always have several big snow storms anyway, and then by the end of March, it’s almost spring time.
I do remember that two of our daughters were born in February and March, and both times we had huge snowstorms. On Sonia’s baptism day, in the middle of March, the roads were blocked all over, but we could get onto CTH N and drive over to the road that passes Our Savior’s Church, 530th Street. (Although it wasn’t called by that number back then.) We had to leave our cars on N and walk through a shoveled pathway to the church.
The only people present at the church that Sunday were Pastor Jothun, Wayne and I, and Sandy and baby Sonia, her God parents, my brother Bob Olson and my cousin Leona Grondahl, who had stayed overnight at our house. And the janitor, Melvin Haugrose. I wonder if he shoveled that path! I’m sure my Dad was busy plowing the roads in the Town of Gilman.
Tomorrow, granddaughter Shannon Gindt will be taking part in the Birkebiner somewhere near Hayward, I think 30 some miles! Brien is also doing the shorter ski run, but even 13 miles sounds like quite a trek! Bet they have sore muscles by Saturday night. Good Luck, Shannon and Brien!
My cross country skis live against a wall in the basement, and each time I pass by them, I feel that “longing” to get them clipped on and glide over the snow. Of course, I won’t, since I have trouble even standing! Pipe Dreams! But I have the memories of skiing out on our “then” land, along the lane, stopping to look at the network of small animal tracks, and it was fun while it lasted.
Have you ever said something you wish you could suck back in? I think we all have, and words uttered can be apologized for, but really cannot be erased.
Reading about the “tongue” in the book of James:3…”The tongue is a small part of the body, but makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest fire is set by a small spark. The tongue is also a fire, sometimes a world of evil among the parts of the body. It can corrupt the whole person; animals can be tamed, but no man can tame the tongue.”
Some words are really offensive to the ear. Three words that make me cringe are…..God or Jesus used as swear words; and that repulsive “f” word. I remember an old friend from the distant past, Esther Place, who said, “If you are irritated to the point of swearing, pray instead.” Wise words.
But that little tongue in our faces can also be used as a source of comfort, love, peace, wisdom, understanding, humor and singing!
In my next life, I hope the Lord gives me the gift of song. (It is there in my heart right now, but doesn’t sound very good when I let it out!)
My Chocolate Lovers Calendars heading for February reads “Forget love ..wouldn’t you rather Fall in Chocolate?”