There is always Music amongst the trees in the Garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it.
Yesterday, I was embarrassed by the first picture I posted. The poor Redbud tree looked so dark and dreary. I was back at Mary's this morning, and while she brewed us a cappuccino, I looked out the window to ecstatic communion between hearts and flowers. I'm not sure how quiet my heart was-- their music could be heard all around the world!