We moved here in the winter. When most plants and trees are dormant. At the time, we had no idea that thousands of daffodil bulbs were spreading and multiplying beneath the surfaces surrounding our home. Today if you came, there would be no evidence of the yellow fields forever. But I can call them to mind.

It reminds me how good it is to remember. To be reminded. Psalms, hymns and spiritual songs from the mouths of those who know, who hold the melody in their hearts. And the whisper of the One who says; “Forget the past. I am the God who makes a way in the wilderness. Do you not perceive it? It is about to spring up from the seemingly barren ground.”