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My feed is going pink for a while. Are we all on board with that? 😉
This tree is a gift, and it’s more precious to me because it isn’t given every year. Some years freezing temperatures kill the just-opening buds. Some years it looks amazing for a few days before freezing temperatures turn every last flower brown.
Some years it nears perfection, but even then perfect beauty never lasts. I’ve learned the hard way that beauty will not wait for me. Beauty keeps its own rhythm. I’m often busy, often distracted, but pausing to notice is the spiritual discipline of spring.
#springcomestomaplehurst #saucermagnolia #savoyrtheseasonalshift #noticepausetreasure #botanicalpickmeup
Maybe it’s because I know a killing cold arrives tomorrow. Maybe it’s because this is Holy Week, when days mark a journey toward suffering (a long-ago suffering that somehow holds all suffering before and since). Or maybe it’s only that blossoms are ephemeral; their beauty fleeting. Whatever the reason, I looked at this great tree today and thought how sad beautiful things sometimes are.
Early spring is such a precarious and vulnerable threshold. It is tempting to stop, to look back over our shoulders, forgetting that we no longer belong to winter. Forgetting that it has no hold on us.
Holy Week. Again. The same but never the same, as if the circle of the year etched a deeper groove with each passing.

“And now, God, do it again— bring rains to our drought-stricken lives So those who planted their crops in despair will shout ‘Yes!’ at the harvest, So those who went off with heavy hearts will come home laughing, with armloads of blessing.”
Psalm 126
I’m so grateful for those who authentically share their messes with the world. I’m incredibly grateful for all who shine a light on injustice. But beauty is just as real as brokenness (and sometimes they are even the same), and this corner of my mantle—with hellebores I cut in the backyard while a March wind whipped my hair around my face—also tells a true story.
I can’t tell every story the world needs to hear. Neither can you. But together? Yes, together. Together we might just get the job done.
#flowersandotherstories #inspiredbypetals #weareplacemakers #wearegardenmakers #iwentlookingforbeauty


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