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A glimmer of weak sunshine makes its way to the cedar trees. Except for the plow’s leavings, the snow is gone. Early February here is that bleak time of year when winter’s frozen glory has retreated and spring’s promise yet to arrive.
I sigh at the rotting leaves of autumn-neglected hostas and alder until I discover rosy peeks of peony tips emerging through the clutter. Even the winter pansies under the boxwood have survived their snowy burial and flaunt sturdy green and purple.
There is promise here after all. Promise enough for hope to flutter its gentle heartbeat on the cusp of wonder.
Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer.
[Romans 12:12]
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For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.
[Romans 8:24-25]
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MUSINGS 
Love the cedar, need that promise of spring!
Thanks for stopping in to comment, Cedar-pine. I really appreciate it… and I love your screen name!
Your writing helps me to stay grounded and reminds me to keep it real. I am not at my Cabana right now, so I miss it dearly. Reading you brings me back there. I surely need some lessons in making my blog more readable- it seems after I post, I find tons of errors and it’s never finished. So I stop by for selfish reason!
I remember springtime plantings. One such spring I jumped the gun, so to speak and planted purple pansies early in March, in Ohio. Sitting back on my heels admiring the beautiful plants swaying in the gentle breeze. In my minds eye they were flourishing in just a matter of weeks. Sadly the next morning they were cover in a new blanket of snow. However, those little guys had a mind of their own, and when the sun melted the snow, they smiled back at me!
Thanks for this reminder….and the beautiful pictures!