I took this picture in the hills above our home this week.  The landscape comes alive this time of year, with grasses, balsam root flowers, and earth coming-alive smells.

Hills above Vernon


Spring is not the same this year.  And yet it is.  Even as we have become vigilant against unseen threats, there is a new noticing and awareness of gifts and mercies and the faithful miracle of spring, of hope.

This picture inspired this simple poem:

We build walls
that define our landscape.

Viruses don’t respect walls
or borders.

They don’t discriminate
or choose sides.

I build walls around my heart
with fear

But love knows no barriers
and prayer has no boundaries

And hope grows on both
sides of the fence.

❤️ Grace Wulff 2020

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