Signs of Hope…

Lull me back into the familiarness of mother nature where the emerging spring blooms to my soul speak. I have longed through the bitter winter hours to hear the nature spirits speak. Pour out the tulips, the daffodils, the allums, the delicate bleeding hearts so brave to emerge first, so equipped. The hope of their resilience to emerge in the conditions of in between where sun is not so warm, but the grass is getting green. We are lulled out of our winter slumber to see hope of what lies ahead, get out of our caves of survival and enjoy the revival mother has in store, for hope is littered in flowers all over mother earth’s floor…