Lovely, isn't it? At first I just looked at it and sighed a happy sigh and said "Pretty." And sometimes, that's enough.
But I've been thinking a lot about signs and symbolism and meanings lately, and today while I was staring at it (thinking about something else), I realized why I like it so much. Why I chose that particular picture from all the kazillion more obvious "spring" flower pictures.
It's the perfect image for the stage I'm sitting in right now: PROMISE.
- I'm not quite graduated yet, but I can see it. (Saturday!)
- It's not really spring here in Montana yet, but I can feel it coming. The grass is greening up. The first leaves of my daffodils are popping through the snow.
- I don't have a contract yet--an editor to call my own--but I still hope for it. I read my book and feel the possibility there, tantalizing me, just out of reach. But possible.
It's the season of promises, the whisper of hopes rising. Not just for me, but for everyone.
Do you hear it?
One more step, and we're there.