As with much of the change we face in life, the turning of seasons is a time that can either renew hope and expectation, or stir up a sense of loss of that which is passed.
While I often lament the end of autumn and entry into winter, I have nothing but joy as winter then turns to spring. Budding crocuses, snowdrops and daffodils that scatter fields, meadows and gardens draw my gaze. My sight turns towards beauty, and spring never fails to disappoint.
Lending ourselves to Lent?
As with much of the change we face in life, the turning of seasons is a time that can either renew hope and expectation, or stir up a sense of loss of that which is passed.
While I often lament the end of autumn and entry into winter, I have nothing but joy as winter then turns to spring. Budding crocuses, snowdrops and daffodils that scatter fields, meadows and gardens draw my gaze. My sight turns towards beauty, and spring never fails to disappoint.