Friday, April 4, 2008
I'm glad I live where there are four distinct seasons. I think it breeds a real appreciation for the signs of spring! Seeing these little crocus, with their vivid splash of royal purple against the dead detritus of the late winter flower bed makes me think of the refrain to a Chris Rice song:
O praise Him, all His mighty works!
There is no language where you can't be heard!
Your song goes out through all the earth-
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah!