Spring comes one flower at a time. On the trail or at our steps, bushes of yellow forsythia everywhere or green sprouts of orange ditch lilies to come, it's a joy to witness.
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| Red Trillium |
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| Lenten rose |
Sun and warmth are fickle in April; one day cold and dreary while another day blue and bright, we look for signs of hope. Nature waits not for the perfect day to bloom but for its internal clock to tell it's time. We humans rely not, believe not. We need external harbingers. Flowers are that.
And, no surprise, not only a joy but good medicine for the soul. Just as I take photos every year in early spring, so too does the media remind us of how beneficial they are.
I don't stop and smell but stop and look. Good enough? I think so.
Enjoy the Flowers
