In the Mountains, Spring is poking it's head out of the forest floor. It seems different than the way it presents itself in Atlanta, it comes more slowly for sure, but more than that, it comes in a more unplanned way. It is like a surprise that's to be savored and appreciated, so delicate and almost instant death if taken...yet it's free.
I love to walk the mountain roads looking for these treasures after a long barren winter. Like promises from God it nourishes my soul and gives me hope for a world of complex beauty and harmony. Even the decay of winter's leavings accentuates it's beauty. I know it's a little late for most places, but if you have a chance, don't miss Spring. It will inspire you and make your heart glad.
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