Joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh
On an in between day, in the month of March, joy springs up outside our back door. It pushes it's way through the snow and pokes its tiny head through the leftover leaves of fall. It follows the warmth of the sun....and blooms in yellows and whites and purples and greens. It dances in the daylight to a symphony of robins and sings a song of hope. It reminds us that hope...like joy.....is planted deep and survives. A reminder in color that hope...and joy...can be handed from person to person....and passed from heart to heart. We love you.