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!
Share the goodness:
These icons link to social bookmarking sites where readers can share and discover new web pages.
Add your comment below, or
trackback from your own site.
Subscribe to these comments.
Be nice. Keep it clean. Stay on topic. No spam.
You can use these tags:
<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>
Vitality is a gift, and I am grateful for that surge of life springing up within and around me.
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.
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.
Man, For a preacher, he sure just smashed my faith in that little tree to pieces…thanks Doug!