Green and Growing....

Like my garden which is producing new green shoots each day, those tender new words akin to a spring vocabulary are sprouting in conversations around me.  My own being feels the energy and creativity springs anew out of every pore like tender shoots finding their way through the soil.  (Note:  I use the word creativity and not talent!)

The words of this hymn come to mind.  I've also included a performance by the Choir of Ely Cathedral.  The hymn is set to a beautiful medieval French carol.

Now the green blade riseth from the buried grain,
Wheat that in dark earth many days has lain;
Love lives again, that with the dead has been:
Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green.
    `from the hymn Now the Green Blade Riseth by John MacLeod Campbell Crumb

Performed by the Choir of Ely Cathedral