Now in the solitude of night, I realize how much of our family history is summed up in that tree.
Just like the trees, we blossom at different stages, some sooner, some later, but always right on time according to God's timetable.
A Troiku about a lovely spring morning...
As the trees by the river
Bring forth their fruit in due season...
Praising his Maker
It is God’s perfect plan that I spend proportionate periods of time in productivity, rest, and renewal.
Today I tried the tree again and experimented with a different brush.