Indeed.

At the depth of Winter’s dark dormancy, a spark–a glimmer of hope, the return of life. Quietly, without fanfare, bud’s blossom bursts.

In a forest of lifeless branches, a single sign of promise. This beacon of hope springs. As if telling the cold forest wood that again summer’s soft green covering will return. Without subtlety or conformance, the bud explodes color into its lifeless surrounding. We are alive!

Spring Forth

  • http://dougfloyd.wordpress.com Doug Floyd

    Vitality is a gift, and I am grateful for that surge of life springing up within and around me.

  • http://jeremyfloyd.com Jeremy Floyd

    For what it’s worth, I was going to name this post “Salt & Light.” Apparently, that has a different meaning for people, which is more in line with the meaning I intended.

  • http://dougfloyd.wordpress.com Doug Floyd

    Bad news. Apparently, that nice patch of land is about to be destroyed by a commercial developer building yet another “community shopping area.”

    Sorry little bold white tree. Your days are numbered.

  • http://imsofunny.blogspot.com/ Alice Gold

    Man, For a preacher, he sure just smashed my faith in that little tree to pieces…thanks Doug!

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