It's apple blossom time!
The evergreens are showing new and juicy green growth, too!
Dark purple lilacs are hanging over fences and gracing my walking routes.
Walking in the neighborhood, listening to The Railway Children on Audiobooks, and feeling those unique and strong feelings of "home" and the preciousness of it, well . . . the comfort is miraculous.
Miss Bug invited us to her preschool's Grandparent Tea! She drew the teacups! What an artist!
Oh, I love her face!
Drumroll . . . We have a new grandson! Another little face to love!
Children. Find some to be around, to pay attention to, to learn from.
Also, find some elders. They are wise and insightful.
The middle ones? They are in flux. They can be prideful and exterior-based. I don't mean to be mean, but I think it's true. The treasures are the young and the old.
I am so thankful that God's grace is so liberally served up and given to me. Oh, how this wobbly "middle one" needs it.