When I was a little girl I planted violets at my parents house. Every spring they faithfully push their way up through the moss. I took a stroll around my parents property today and was so blessed by the carpets of violets.
There are so many wonderful memories everywhere I walked today. Trees that I climbed, places I built forts .. and of course the trails heading off into the forest where I spent so many hours hiking and roaming.
I was glad for the chance to reflect and remember today. It is one of the many ways that this unexpected journey has had unexpected blessings.
And blessings are a very good thing indeed ...
Just Connie
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