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By DORIS ALDRICH B iola ’30
The plow cut deep into the rich brown earth as Mr. Broughton drove the tractor back and forth across the pasture. Daddy planned to re-seed it so that the horse and the cows would have more to eat. Black Beauty, Tar Baby, and Kola would be happy about this. So would the Brown Swiss calves. Becky, Virginia, and Annette walk ed along the furrow picking up angle worms and putting them into an old tomato can. Mommie, watching
family was working to get things in shape for the season. The buds on the lilac bush were ready to burst and the leaves would soon be on the trees. _ Daddy came hurrying around the comer of the house with his arms full of young trees to be set out in
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the new orchard- “ Nine new fruit trees; I hope they will take hold,” he remarked as he grinned at the ducks busily gobbling up the bread. He called to the boys to help line up the trees as he paced off the d is tances .
young trees were needed. “ They are like Christians,” she said. “We have been bought with a price, the precious blood of the Lord Jesus Christ. We have been
from the win dow said, “ Oh, those naughty girls! They’ll ruin .their sad dle shoes doing that.” Th e three white turkeys s t ro l l ed over the f r e s h l y
We’ll put the Lambert right out side the dining room widow where we can see if you kids are in it or not!” Carefully they dug and prepared the holes for the new trees. Tim poured in a pail of water, letting it soak down before Daddy set in the tree. Jon and Joe filled in the dirt and
plowed ground picking at bugs and bits of grass. Every so often old Mr. Tom Turkey puffed out his fe*athers and strutted around so that all could see how handsome he was. Waddles and Wilhemina, with their five full-grown ducklings came single file down the bam hill. They headed straight for the back door looking for the bread that Mommie would throw out to them.
carefully planted in God’s garden and carefully tended day after day. He wants us to bear fruit for Him.”
then put a f ew spadefuls of fertili zer around the tree, a last sprinkling of dirt, and then on to the next one. “ Do y ou th i nk they’ll live, Aunt Doris?” asked Dan ny, his eyes urging her to say “Yes.” “Well, I don’t know,
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Dan. It isn’t always easy to get them started,” she answered. “ I’m going to pray that they will grow,” he re plied. Mommie thought of those nine little fruit trees during the next few days and found herself praying that they would nestle in and grow to be strong and tall. They had been
What kind of fruit can we bear? There are several kinds, but among the most beautiful are love, joy, and
gentleness. Would you like these fruits to be seen in your life? You, who are a tree of the Lord’s planting. Let your roots grow deep into God’s gar den and the warmth of His love will cause you to be a fruit-bear ing tree for Him.
Gathering around the doorstep, they cocked their heads and their black beady eyes looked toward the window. Their yellow bills quacked in unison. What a scolding noise they made as Mommie stood in the doorway with a loaf of bread in hand. (She enjoys the ducks too much to have any of them eaten. Daddy says, “ Some day we’ll be over-run with ducks!” ). It was Springtime and the whole
bought, they had be en c a r e f u l l y planted, and the f am i l y wan t e d them to take root and bear fruit. T h e o the r o r chard trees were very old and the
Our story this month was written by a mother of nine children whose mother-heart has taken in two mis sionary children.
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