“In summer, the song sings itself.” ~William Carlos Williams
One fall day while helping to plant almost 300 bulbs in my sister’s yard, she explained to me that planting bulbs was the perfect act of faith. Faith that these unappealing lumps would magically transform into something vibrant and beautiful, and faith that she would be there to see them. The following spring nearly every bulb sprout had been eaten by deer.
Karen didn’t see it that way.
(c)2011 by Alison Colby-Campbell