(Just my annual Bloomfield crocus phenology post. Move along, nothing to see....)
We're thawing in February.
The pond ice is melting.
Two fish floated, lifeless, on top.
Winter is over for them.
Crocus spears pierce the Earth.
Spring is just starting for them.
We have light, we have grace, and, for the moment, we have time.
For the moment.
And a moment is all that is promised us.