The forsythia, reflecting the sun’s warmth, and touched by God’s hand, blossoms in its yellow glory. Fragrant hyacinths of white, pink, and blue, planted many Easters ago, resurrect and bring their Beauty to the world.
Nearby, early tulips of red and yellow join in the celebration.
After winter’s harshness, April’s Beauty seems more poignant, more touching, more tender, yet victorious before the intensity of summer to come.
I, as others, know that all that surrounds us is a gift that we are privileged to see. I wish everyone might be part of this changing landscape, even if only through a window or an open door…
—Bernadette R. Gentry