I have mixed feelings about spring.
On one hand, it’s the season where much of nature comes alive again, often after a cold, dreary winter. It’s the season of planting - a season that holds promise and hopeful expectation.
On the other hand, there are no guarantees. Not everything comes back, and not everything planted grows and yields fruit.
I came into this year with a plan to plant. (Not literally, you understand, but figuratively). For the most part, I’ve stuck to that plan. But as I look back over the work I’ve put in (and continue to put in), I’m not seeing anything. No growth, and certainly no fruit.
Surely I should be seeing something by now, with everything I’ve put into it.
I remind myself it’s early days - still springtime - and these things I’ve put in … need time.
Still, I can’t help but wonder: what if I do everything I can do for them, and they still fail?
Whatever I feel about the season itself, I do love seeing the colors as everything wakes up and brightens. Maybe you can get some and send them to people with reminders of hope and promises and not giving up.