Spring is such a wonderful time of year. Here in Oregon, it’s when all the winter rain starts to pay off. The colors, the smells, the flowers, the grass, the trees… the three minutes of sun between the clouds…
Today I found flowers blooming in a dead tree branch that fell in my yard last fall. A little reminder of how life can overcome. Beauty really can rise out of ashes.
This got my thinking about a lot of things, but this goofy little drawing brought this to mind: being the first spring flower may not be all that it’s cracked up to be. Ever been frustrated that you aren’t blooming as fast as you’d like? Don’t be discouraged. You’ll blossom in perfect time.
And hopefully after the goats are done grazing.