Today is a chilly day by last week's standard, but springtime nonetheless. I took a break from some studio work to poke around in my backyard to see if spring would show itself to me. I didn't have to look too hard.
Along our railway ties that surround our patio, patches of moss have begun to grow. The green colour breathes life into the air and sparks hope for more of the same.
Spring is a season brimming with new life, new beginnings. This reminds me of God's mercies, new each morning, not only in springtime. Like signs of spring, I don't have to look too hard for these either. They are all around me. Thankful.