As winter fades away, the crocus begin to bloom. Shades of purple, a few in white or pink their spikes of green pop up faithfully year after year, then they bloom. Hardy, sometimes pushing up through snow, seeking the warmth of the sun.
3 perfect little Robin’s eggs found in a nest in bushes just outside my front door. Safe, protected, a sure sign of spring. The intricate weaving of the twigs give the baby birds a secure home. It reminds me of God the father, Jesus His son and the Holy Spirit, woven as 3 in 1, giving me a secure home for eternity.
Two years ago this week I was in Texas. I did this painting of the state’s famous Blue Bonnets during The Year of Covid. I don’t love to fly, but I do love to visit my relatives there and miss them all. As soon as it’s safe to do so, I’ll plan another trip. Maybe I’ll even be inspired to create another painting.