We've had a dry start to summer here; I see brown in all directions. We hope for rain, but so far, not much has fallen. The land is dry and hard. The grass crunches as I walk on it. Yet, the flora press onwards. Those plants that are able to weather the drought continue in their process of growth and repopulation. One plant is a favorite of my husbands. He loves the form the seedlings take just before they are whisked away to new ground.
Isaiah 40 verse 8 says, "The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God stands forever."
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