Spring has sprung?

In the yard today!

Today the daffodils were stretching in the sunshine down by the driveway! I am not a big flower person, but I love the annuals that appear every spring. Here is a poem, Unexpected Spring, that I wrote about the same scene last year.  Has it been a year since then? So much has happened.

When I was a little girl, my mother had these flowers growing by the side of the house. She explained that the bulbs came from her father's yard. Each year when they popped up their heads, it was such a special thing. It was as though my Granddaddy was popping in to say, "Hello." I wish I had dug some of those bulbs when we moved out of the home the year I started college. I was too young to understand the value of the perpetual rhythm of life represented by these familiar spring visitors.

Life can be wonderful and it can be hard sometimes; it just is what it is. It is nice to realize the ongoing Hand of God in nature and sense the world continuing to turn as these little yellow flowers are back again this spring.

"Turn, Turn, Turn...There is a season and a purpose for every season under heaven."