Remember the sweet fragrance of hyacinths blooming on an Easter Sunday? |
We always had brand-new dresses that my mother had made. It was always cool so we had light weight, white cardigans that we had to wear. I hated that!
Our hyacinths were all colors. Purple was my favorite. |
I'm not really sure what the tiny, orchid blooms are.
They resemble Lilies of the Valley.
I got this unique vase as a gift at Christmas. The amaryllis
that came with it bloomed beautifully. As I started to put the vase away, I remembered bulbs that I had purchased last fall and never planted. They were still in the garage. It wouldn't hurt to try...
In the bulb there is a flower; in the seed, an apple tree;
In cocoons, a hidden promise: butterflies will soon be free!
In the cold and snow of winter there’s a spring that waits to be,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.
In cocoons, a hidden promise: butterflies will soon be free!
In the cold and snow of winter there’s a spring that waits to be,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.
There’s a song in every silence, seeking word and melody;
There’s a dawn in every darkness, bringing hope to you and me.
From the past will come the future; what it holds, a mystery,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.
There’s a dawn in every darkness, bringing hope to you and me.
From the past will come the future; what it holds, a mystery,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.
In our end is our beginning; in our time, infinity;
In our doubt there is believing; in our life, eternity,
In our death, a resurrection; at the last, a victory,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.
In our doubt there is believing; in our life, eternity,
In our death, a resurrection; at the last, a victory,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.
Words & Music: Natalie Sleeth
A Miracle! |
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