I love this sign. It hangs on the door to the old “milk house” that was here wayyy before we were at the farm, and I like that it reminds me to not hold back, to go all out and embrace the life that’s mine to live!

But lately (maybe it was the 0° windchill or the snow currently dusting the sign😅), I’ve been remembering that all of life isn’t blooming. Sometimes it’s also resting and waiting. Sometimes it’s the slow green growth time that precedes the bud, which precedes the bloom.

Not every season blooms, and that’s as it should be.