I love Spring!
Here, in the southeastern US, signs of new life begin as early as mid to late February, but in March we can depend on a whole flurry of color to begin a show that lasts for the next eight months.
This pink japonica hangs among hundreds of other blooms on a giant bush in my front yard. The house was built in 1955. And while I have no way to know when the bush was planted, the size indicates it's at least a few decades old.
Every year I look forward to the opening spectacle of these beautiful flowers, the very first after the drab winter months. Even before the daffodils, which are coming soon, these bright beauties open up and sing the song of Spring.
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?
Matthew 6:28b-30 ESV
Amy spent her childhood in Melbourne, Australia, where her parents were church planters. After returning to the States, the Blue Ridge Mountains of Southwest Virginia became home.