Another Life Renewed

My Rose of Sharon is blooming, thirty dainty flowers just outside my kitchen window. I quite love it.

I have watched for it this year, as I do each year, waiting for the flowers to come. Their blooming means something, like there is still order in this world that feels so full of chaos. We do watch for such signs. It's what people are happy and, I think, relieved about every Spring. Green comes back, flowers poke up through the soil, gardens begin again.

Thank goodness for it.