I tucked some little bulbs in our unfinished yard last Fall. I had a hunch that at just the right time they'd bloom more than just "pretty." They'd bloom hope.
Hope--reminding us that all of the slow, tedious, and even seemingly-minuscule tasks we are working on and working through one day and one moment at a time--that each investment is worth it all. Dying in the winter ground and then ever so slowly emerging into the warm sun and unfurling velvet scent and petals, that little brown bulb of hope burst into magnificent beauty.
I was over the moon to find them blooming today. It was just the right time.
So keep at it.
Blooming day is coming.
Be creative everyday.