Musings on personal growth, books, motherhood, writing, and more. "Every hour is saved from that eternal silence, something more, a bringer of new things." – Tennyson
Today my view is one fit for a queen—
scarlet tulips, stretched open to the sun,
where yesterday reigned only muted green—
the earth’s redecorating has begun.
Tomorrow still new dazzlements will grow—
or rain might come and veil Earth’s newborn charms.
But now, the sun illuminates the show,
so I, like the tulips, open my arms.