|Photo by Daniel Bartholomew|
If not for their brilliance, I could have easily missed these first crocuses blooming by my front door. They are tiny, just thumbnail sized, and only two, poking through a 15-foot expanse of crusty leaves and other fall debris. Their eye-popping color can be seen ten feet away. They shine like spotlights from the drab landscape, promising better things to come.
Now is the time for Lenten discipline. A time to clean away the rubbish. But these crocuses are like heralds, announcing, "Take heart, take heart. New life will spring from the old!"