photo by Karen Boudreaux, NOLA, used by permission
Fireworks have nothing on me, no man-made show can match this explosive display. Shocking green here, shouting magenta there, showy white front and center. No gunpowder could blow breezes like this to bristle trees, to “whoosh” the wind across the skies, no factory fierce enough to produce this bright beauty. Spring’s verb says the growing will never stop, but will flow from a fire deep in the dark, earth-wise, shoved to the surface, erupting when you’re not looking. Spring’s verb comes from nowhere but Godwhere. Spring’s verb says ‘get ready.’ ~~~~~~~~~~
After many years in Elementary Education I am officially retired (at least from teaching). My days are a mix of writing, leading an online group--Glory Writers on Facebook--and editing.I enjoy participating in the life of our church on our Worship team. Singing is like breathing for me.
When I’m not spending time out in the garden, you’ll find me in my other Happy Place—at my desk surrounded by books, paper and pen.