expect.

I just finished planting more tulip and daffodil bulbs.

I love how the ground feels this time of year. I don’t even wear gloves because I want to feel the earth.

bulb

As I dropped each bulb in, I smiled to think of each flower’s appearance in the spring. Here in the Northeast, the winter will feel very long some days. But the expectation of new flowers breaking through the melted snow is a simple, yet profound, lesson of life.

What is it that you expect?

Does your mind immediately wander to despair?

Don’t let it. Choose to remember and expect good things.