Never Dead

The poetry of earth is never dead.

by John Keats

Even though I've waited through many a long winter.  It's can be so hard to remember that spring, flowers and green, ALWAYS come.  


Today I'll buy some flowers to help me remember that even though everything looks brown and dead, it is not.  Perhaps the best metaphor there is for the meaning of hope is spring when the winter is heaviest.  

Happy month of love to you all.  One simple kind act can change a person's day.  Let's all do our part.