Today is my mom’s birthday. I wish she were here to walk my spring garden with me, but she is awaiting spring in frigid Minnesota. I am sending her a photographic tulip bouquet (It smells lovely) and wishing her a day filled with the hope that spring brings.
“See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland.” Isaiah 43:19
