Cole and I did some painting last night. I have to say, I didn't want to, but as he really wanted to and once the paints were out, it seemed like a great idea. So, after he was done, and in the bath, I worked on mine.
The significance to the tree changing seasons is just that. Life is full of seasons, and I have been in winter for a very long time. Spring is finally here, and it is good to realize that each season is only for a time. It is good to be where you are, and it is good to move into the next season.
To everything there is a season and a purpose to everything under heaven...A time to weep, And a time to laugh; A time to mourn, And a time to dance.
May dancing begin in my life.