I bought some flowers yesterday. Red and yellow in a vase, arranged in a springtime bouquet from the grocery, they brighten up the dining room.
I used to love to have flowers in the house.
These are the first ones I've purchased since the memorial bouquets that filled every room faded and drooped in September.
When I went out back yesterday afternoon, I looked at the garden beds and felt the smallest stirring of longing. Last fall I had thought, in a vague sort of way, about planting new bulbs, but with getting out of bed being something of a problem, going to a garden center was out of the question. Now, looking at the few scraggly daffodil shoots struggling through the hard ground, I wish that I had been able to do it.
That's something, I thought to myself. Flowers in the dining room and a wish for color and life outside. That's a small beginning.
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Indeed...it is...a glimmer of light perhaps.
I think nature and spring can be so healing.
It's a good beginning, even if small.
spring means new beginnings...however small. (())
I'm reminded of the song "The Rose" ... When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long, and it seems that love is only for the lucky and the strong, just remember in the winter far beneath the ice and snow, lies the seed that with the sun/Son's love in the Spring becomes a rose.
(((GG))))
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