“Why are you downcast, oh my soul?” (Psalm 42:5) The Psalmist must have written this in the seasons between Winter and true Spring. Or at least that is what I feel about this present season. I am not a lover
Bloom Where You Are Planted.
I had to stop to take pictures of these flowers. They are growing wild and free along the side of the road. In gravel. One in particular seemed to be reaching out to say, “Hello.” Actually, by zooming in, there