Rain storms during the night have left the Earth green and heavy with moisture.
From my window I see the blue green of Colorado spruce needles, lime green of new sycamore leaves, deep green of pine trees in the backdrop, and delicate light green of spring grasses in their thick tufts and lush stretches.
Tiny streams have carved pathways on the hilly banks. A burst of wind sways the branches and sends a spray of droplets into the air.
Mounds of fluffy white daffodils bounce in the breeze at the house across the way, nodding approval of the generous watering of the Earth.
From their secret hideouts, birds chatter away, as they happily await the sunshine.
On this Holy Saturday, may we too be filled with hope and wonder as we prepare for the amazing joy of Easter morning.
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