On this Easter Sunday, it would be easy to pass by the emerging April blooms of a hidden succulent.
But I forced myself to stop, to welcome, to examine nature’s delicate offering outside my desert door.
Though barely visible beneath the eaves of loss and loud proclamations, it is anything but ordinary.
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Perfect, Mark.
Not a wasted word.
And such a pretty photo!
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Thank you, Tom.
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Thank you, Mark! This actually reminded me of walks with small children. I learned to appreciate nature through the eyes of my young daughters and grandchildren. Sent from my iPhone
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Happy Easter, Kathy.
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