Russet seed-head, held aloft on tawny branches in the sun, Dream your dreams of spring to come, after harshest winter’s done.
Russet seed-head, held aloft
on tawny branches in the sun,
Dream your dreams of spring to come,
after harshest winter’s done.
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Oh, we’re already longing for spring, aren’t we?! Me too–but someone once told me not to wish my life away, so I’m going to set my mind to enjoying winter…somehow. God bless you–love, Caddo
Great advice. Each day brings something new to us, something to learn, something to bless us with. Open your eyes, Mel! 🙂
There’s a funny tug-o-war going on for me, as I get older–I can’t wait to go Home, yet I’m experiencing this new desire to “do stuff” here, before I go. It’s nice–I didn’t have that before spring 2011.
That’s a good sign, indeed – means your heart is ready to engage again. Healing is bee-you-teeful!
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