Where flowers bloom, so does hope. Lady Bird Johnson
During a recent March night, Kansas City’s gray-brown winter was flipped by glorious spring. Forsythia’s first yellow flowers greeted the morning. Tufts of green grass, awake from dormant soil, sprang into the picture. Bare tree branches held full-of-promise buds ready to burst.
Spring in Kansas City is always a reminder of nature’s endurance and infinite potential for rebirth. This year, after the exceptionally frigid winter, it truly dazzles. The quiet beauty is hope and love in action.
“Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don’t give up.” Anne Lamott
“We must accept finite disappointment but never lose infinite hope.”
Martin Luther King, Jr.
