Blessed are all bulbs and seeds,
for they are promise of a spring to come,
for they are symbols of a world to be,
a promise of immortality,
of life out of death
and hope within despair,
of whiter dawns on other days,
of harvest, beautiful and brown,
of plenty and prophesy.
William L. Stidger
It was warm today, warm and windy. The day holding promise of sunnier tomorrows. Seasons without end. Yesterday afternoon I sat outside with mom for a little while. I bare armed, mom in blankets. Wondering how many more tomorrows we would share and basking in the warmth and light of the day and the moment. Thankfulness filling our hearts.
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