Spring usually always renews my hope in God. Not that it's fledgling like that, it just makes me happy to come out of the dry, cold days of winter, and see all the new possibilities.
and new babies.
Spring brings me beautiful bouquets of my favorite purple flower when Grace comes back from helping Brent with the sheep and remembers I love these.
My life, as unglamorous as it is, IS MINE, Spring or Summer or Winter, or Fall.