As I walked out the door this morning
I said to myself, ” Are my eyes playing tricks on me?” “Could it really be?”
I looked again and sure enough there in the flowerbed
I saw the first sign of Spring. Wonderful, glorious white snowdrops
had burst forth from their cold winter’s sleep.
There is something about the first blooms that make a gardener’s heart
beat faster in anticipation of seeing the landscape they designed come to life.
Often it is the smallest, simplest things in life that bring me the most joy.
With a spring in my step and a smile on my face, I got in the car
and drove to church.