Although winter in California is much milder than the winters of my childhood growing up in Indiana, I still eagerly anticipate the coming of spring. I love seeing trees blossoming in shades of pink, white, lavender, and green. The peach tree in my backyard was clothed in gorgeous orange and yellow leaves last fall. It looked particularly magnificent just before sunset. I spent a few minutes most evenings gazing out on its beauty. Even after the leaves dropped, I still enjoyed seeing them on the otherwise drab lawn. The bare branches are sporting green again, and soon pink blossoms will appear.
My houseplants provide me with something green and living all year long. Near the sunniest window in my house, 18 tiny tomato plants are poking their heads up through the soil of small plastic "apartments." Beside them, 18 corn plants tower over them at a height of six inches. They will all find a new home in my garden once the weather warms up sufficiently. For now, the tiny plants make me smile. Growing things declare the promise of God--springtime and harvest--that the seasons will not fail to come again in their time.
There is a time for everything, and I think the time has come for me to publish the books I've been working on for three years. My passion is writing. It will be exciting to see what this new season of my life brings.
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