“I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.”
[June L. Montgomery]

It is a cold grey rainy day and I am waiting for the first signs of spring. The tender shoots of tulips in my bed by the arbor are bravely rising up above the still frosted earth, to remind me that each day is a progression.
“The cold night
comes out of the stones
all morning.”
[Jim Kacian]

I ask that we would all be blessed to be present to each day, thankful for its gifts of evolution.