I'm taking advantage of the last beautiful days of autumn by planting spring bulbs. I like to think of it as planting a little hope. A bulb goes into the dark earth to die, and by the power of the spring rains and sunshine, it comes back to life again. Martin Luther said that "God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars." Hope. The hope of the resurrection.
Hello, glutes! It appears you are not just for sitting after all!