Counting Flowers!

This is the first day of spring! I said it several times throughout the day to Emma. And then we went out to see how many flowers we could find. Along the front porch was a spirea bush - the smell brought back memories of my grandma who used to have a whole hedge of them along the driveway. In the corner we discovered one lone daffodil bravely lifting it's head. We wandered across the lawn and spotted wee, miniature flowers in deep blue, fushia and white. I don't know their names. They would probably be classified as weeds and yet, when closely examined, they were truly amazing in design. Of course, there were dandelions showing off their bright yellow faces. We nearly missed the gorgeous lavendar flowers residing in the flowerbed to the west of the house.

On the drive home I spotted a bright yellow forsythia bush. There were flowering trees, as well. As I pulled in the driveway, my gaze was drawn to the front walk. More daffodils, bright red tulips, pansies in purple & white and pink hyacinths.

I love flowers! I love spring! It gives me a sense of hope after the dry, barren winter. I need hope for my thirsty soul. Where is it that I lose hope? I get bogged down with the issues of living. I can't see past the whiny, fussy, teething one-year-old I care for day after day. I'm exhausted from working five long days. I have no time or energy for anything else.

But then...I remember...it's spring! There is hope! Counting the flowers today, renewed that bit of hope in my soul again. Try it! It might renew your hope, too!