crocusAs we in the tundra experience one of the coldest winters on record, it’s hard to believe in the promise of Spring. Yet, as I walk through miles of frigid white powder, the promise reveals itself to be true.

Nature has a funny way of trumping us in the act of faith.

The seasons are as sure as night and day, as sure as the tide – yet, it’s easy to forget what’s just around the corner at times.

If a crocus has the faith that spring is coming, so should I, I suppose.

It’s the tiny moments of hope, like this, that make me smile and cling to the promise.

I believe in you, Spring!  But, hurry…please.


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