We took a little walk around a favored path a few miles from home. It was a cool but sunny day and the woodland path was mostly dry, making for a nice stroll.
We had not walked very far when something caught my eye. Something I’d not seen before in the schoolhouse woods we frequent. Then, again, I’m not sure we ever walked this path in spring. Life is like that sometimes. A path quietly opens up and there you find yourself , suddenly, miraculously being filled with new surprises.
So, camera in hand, I looked further . . .
and bowed my head with a prayer of thanks for the tender walk we were taking, as Jack, himself, led his a congregation in a solemn spring service and colleagues stood tall in their pulpits along the woodland path.