These dear little Chives wintered over for me!
Who Maketh The Grass To Grow
Psalm 147 Selections
Praise ye the LORD: for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is pleasant; and praise is comely.
Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite.
Sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God:
Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.
He giveth to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry.
He giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes.
He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold?
He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
Praise ye the LORD.