the turn to cooler weather, I know that spring is upon us, when the Redbud trees
start giving out their beautiful pink buds.
It is hard to express
adequately the miracle of a tree that had branches so bare all through winter
suddenly go from stark brown to magenta.
But there she is again, emerging
from her own winter of storms, freeze, winds, drought and still standing, still
surviving, still blooming, still giving.
It's been awhile since shadows have appeared.
The ground has been frozen, and grey skies prevailed for most of the Winter months.
The sun shining brightly gives hope of
Spring day's ahead, and affords us a little well-deserved warmth on our