Dull, drizzly skies this week had me craving bright color. There's nothing but green in the yard just now, so I bought a bouquet of flowers from the grocery store and de-constructed it.
Five golden gerberas stand like sentinels of spring and hopes of summer in recycled condiment bottles on my dining room table.
Their brightness reminds me that summer will come, and that God is very present.
In my comfortable home, I think of those who have lost much in the past few months - floods in Manitoba and Quebec, fires in Slave Lake, floods and tornadoes in the USA, earthquakes in Japan, wars in Africa and the Middle East. And I wonder that I even dare to complain about the rain and cold.