I watch the river flow through melting snow and listen to the rippling creek beneath the walking bridge. I ponder whether the trees will blossom in early spring or wait until they are sure there will be no more snow. Today is warm and sunny, but tomorrow? Next week? Next month? Who knows? Snow has come as late as May around here.
I am consoled to know the trees are still alive, though one must look closely to see their buds to be assured. They’ve been there through the winter and all the freezing cold. They are resilient. They will survive, as will we.
We’ve come this far, anyway. Although there are no guarantees, the odds are in our favor now. We’re almost there, seeing the light at the end of the pandemic. Our new life will arrive, but, like spring, it might come later than we had hoped, and like the trees, we need to be cautious until we are sure it is safe to blossom again.
Patience, faith, and love will see us through.
Photo Credit: Lark Syrris
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