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Seems like someone around here should start building an ark as it seems like it's been raining far longer than forty days and forty nights already! Spring is slowly making itself known this year but it's still cold and wet outside. For some reason this year I'm just not as motivated to be working outside. Maybe it's the squishy sound the ground makes when trod upon; maybe it's just one of those seasons. I went out to the greenhouse to water and begin fertilizing plants and was delighted by a familiar summer fragrance.
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There in the scraggly jungle of plants barely hanging on was a brugmansia bloom. Not a big thing, this happens on and off through the winter but on this spring day when it seemed like blue skies and warm temperatures will never return, this Angel's Trumpet was whispering hope to me.
Seems like someone around here should start building an ark as it seems like it's been raining far longer than forty days and forty nights already! Spring is slowly making itself known this year but it's still cold and wet outside. For some reason this year I'm just not as motivated to be working outside. Maybe it's the squishy sound the ground makes when trod upon; maybe it's just one of those seasons. I went out to the greenhouse to water and begin fertilizing plants and was delighted by a familiar summer fragrance.
Soft as the voice of an Angel ('s trumpet)
Breathing a lesson unheard
Hope with a gentle persuasion
Whispers her comforting word.
Wait, 'til the darkness is over
Wait, 'til the tempest is done
Hope for the sunshine tomorrow
After the shower is gone.
Whispering hope
Oh, how welcome thy voice
Making my heart
In it's sorrow rejoice.