Thursday, April 1, 2010

a bowl of spring

This morning as I pulled weeds from the lawn with blistering hands, the kids were picking flowers for their mama. Same activity, two such different attitudes. Oh that I would stop and watch them a little more closely, a little more often. How much I could learn and how many more "bowls of Spring" might enter my life.

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