Friday, April 15, 2011
The worst of the storms missed us, but the wind is angry today, shaking it’s fist and trying to frighten Spring back into it’s winter sleep. It will not work. The lilac blossoms hang bravely to the bushes, knowing that when the rain stops and the wind finds somewhere else to play the bully, the butterflies will come again, seeking sustenance from those blossoms. This is the time of rebirth, of calm and storm, cold and warmth. Life fights it’s way from the deep sleep, and battles it’s way through in spite of the changes. Lessons to learn for humans also. Where there is life… there is hope.
Posted by The Quiet Riot