A sea of bluebells spreads out for acres along a bike trail we often walk.  We went back four times to this same spot last week--breathless by the array of beauty but also, the gift that is was.  Humans do not create, plant or tend this sea of wonder that is here  for a week or so, then fades into the green floor of the woods.  I had the deep sense last week that I was being called to stop, gaze and receive this gift.  Thank you, Lord.
"Our Lord has written the promise of the Resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in spring-time."  Martin Luther