I can almost touch spring through the icy gauze of winter that still has a hold on our part of the world. Our crocuses survived the nasty bit of weather we experienced yesterday and I am so anxious for warmer breezes that will bring with it the greens that mean new beginnings. Like all new starts those first greens are so tentative and often terribly pale in those first small shoots. Almost like they won't survive another moment...but they do and they grow in strength with each new sunrise.
Like what seems like a death today in the loss of so many things for so many families, we are in need of some new growth where there is browns and grays.
I hope that a new spring comes to all of our lives, one that grows beautiful and strong in the one thing we really all need - hope.
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