In January I walked by this "pussy willow" tree, facsinated by each little furry bud
Yesterday I walked by it again and revelled in each gloriously blooming flower
and the sweet delicate aroma of each bloom
makes me realize it's all in time...
at the end of January we hadn't endured the wrath of February's snows yet
Caspian was not yet born
now it is March
two weeks from now it will be Easter
in three weeks I will be walking in Heidelberg
there will be a grandchild
all in God's perfect time...
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