it might as well be spring

it's raining, but the trees are blooming. you'd think that, after a lifetime of experience, the tree would know not to bloom in february. every february it blooms, and every february it rains and all its blossoms fall off and it's glory is over.

...having just said that, it's hilarious how pessimistic i am sometimes. :) as if it was a waste of time and energy for that tree to blossom in the rain! God likes it to bloom in february, and so it does. and the tree still brings forth it fruit in its season.




my house, likewise, is in bloom. though it may be premature, it's celebratory and refreshing. winter's grasp is failing and new life comes triumphantly. death no longer reigns.

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bring out the spring pillows! i love pillows (insert sheepish grin here).

these daffodils were part of my valentine's present. joe knows i love daffodils just as much, or maybe even more, than red roses. and the pitcher my mom bought me a couple summers ago. it's handmade from san francisco.

our Sabbath table, spring version. i have no idea what this greenery is, but the one in the middle is one of my favorites, and joe's too. its green is cool and silvery.