"Morning has Broken"... the lyrics to this familiar song echo in our garden lately. Maidenhair ferns lift their bowed heads out of moist earth, hostas stretch up from a long winter’s nap, piercing their earthbed canopy with tiny green fingertips and dandelions everywhere yawn with bright faced smiles and then exhale feather seeds of new life to faraway places. Oh, everyone in the garden is so ready to" get up and go". They have new lives to live and new spring clothes to wear!


Be alert, be present. I'm about to do something brand-new.
It's bursting out! Don't you see it?
There it is! I'm making a road through the desert,
rivers in the badlands. Isaiah 43:19