If you’ve never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom.
My new favorite flower: the delicate snowdrop, who only yesterday was yet covered by a thin blanket of snow.
Tiny and unassuming, modest and hiding its face. Sheltered in the shade, uncovered by a young hand desperately seeking spring, and seeming to whisper: Thank you for your patience, for weathering the cold and the storm. I am here, take heart, gather hope. Soon, soon. The best is yet to come.
I am thrilled to the very edges of my soul.