What Strings and Seeds Have in Common

a reflection on hope

This beauty had been waiting a while to open (I wrote about the bud a couple of weeks ago).

But I realize now she was biding her time. She unveiled in full glory yesterday, on Easter.

I feel like it was some kind of message. Only, I do not speak flower. If I did, perhaps I would understand fully what she was trying to tell me.

“For ah! we know not what eac…