Oh the puddles, the downpours and floods! We all know them. They pass over tulip fields and the lives of mothers everywhere. And to try and explain just how threatening they are to the survival of our existence can seem devastatingly incomprehensible. The storms are personal and endured so individually.
However, when the light eventually breaks through clouded skies–both drooping tulip and soggy mother often find the storm to be survived collectively.
Whether in a sprawling tulip field or within the quiet walls of home– puddles dry up, roots become ventilated and limp stems begin to stretch heavenward with more lovliness than ever before.