I don't mind winter. I really don't. The short days and long nights don't bother me, I just turn on more lights.
Which bothers my HUSBAND, but really? A girl's gotta have light. God said so.
So winter's no big hardship for me, I think it's calm, peaceful and thought-provoking.
And then I'm done.
The weather does not always abide by my wishes. It howls and growls and snows and pours and does what change-of-season weather must do.
And then it happens.
The first blossom. The first hint of life renewed.
I didn't plant any crocuses. Ever. And this little guy with TWO BUDS appeared yesterday in the middle of the play area where the kids roam... romp.... build snowmen and dirt tracks for Hot Wheels and Matchbox cars... where they bounce and jump and dig to China.
But here it is, nonetheless.
A tiny promise of what is to come.
Life renewed, faith affirmed.
All in that one little blossom.