Greetings, dear readers, on this grey February day,
I'm writing to share a little hope...
hope in the form of geranium seedlings.
Because this winter is starting to get to me.
Grey skies, sloppy rain, cold bones.
I feel as though I can't remember what the sun feels like.
I can light only so many candles and read so many gardening books and catalogs.
At least that's the way I felt today...
until I looked over my geranium seedlings.
Out of the eighteen I started, seven remain.
And I'm convinced they will continue on
until I plant them in the garden,
where they will thrive.
I will go out and water them,
standing in the warmth of a dusky
summer evening.
I will reach down and feel their fuzzy leaves,
smell their soapy scent.
Pick a stalk of their salmon blossoms for a bouquet.
And when the summer is over,
I will once again cut their leaves
and stick them in the soil.
They will take up all the extra space on my kitchen counter
all winter long.
And they will give me hope that spring will always come.
Along with that,
they will remind me that
dark seasons, troubled times, grieving days
will all come to an end as well,
and we will drop our burdens at His feet,
picking up the lightness of joy instead.
And just maybe, that is why God gave us winter.
Yours truly,
Posey
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