It’s been quiet at my workplace. The children are away on vacation and their voices are missed. But the flowers are blooming and speaking out in their own exquisite ways. I photographed the smiles of a few.
Today I took a grateful look at my own little space in the world. It had rained. All felt fresh, new. Alive.
Spring — life, lifted out of the dirt, breaking through the stone and soil.
The death of winter rolled away.
Colors, once brown, now bold; skies, clearing and energizing the soul.
Nature’s resurrection. Glory to God.