He called on his cell phone from up on the hill. “Your little white flowers are out!”
I had things to do. Hiking the hill, camera in hand, hadn’t been one of them. But now it was. I’d been awaiting their arrival.
1. NEW = New blooms of bloodroot. Not really little, methinks. And not mine, either. These have been growing wild here all by God’s grace alone.
2. LIFE = The woods are full of it. Just in these drifts, multiplying more each year.
NEW LIFE spreading in old dead, amid dry leaves and twigs and wood and bark. So fitting to my flitting thoughts as I walked, perfectly timed for Resurrection Day eve. As the name is fitting, bloodroot.
3. OBVIOUS = Why they’re called bloodroot:
My aim: to gather and try for dye.[Important note, added, April 13: Don’t do this! Link here to see why.]
His aim, to shed His blood and die, to root us in, into His life, His Kingdom, His vine.
4. FRAGRANT = The hyacinth I brought home from the store, placed purposely on back seat floor, to perfume the air in the car as I drove. Delightful, sucking in deep draughts!
5. PINK = A lot of women wore it for Sunrise Service. Perfect color for its celebration!