I’m quite sure my brother was hiding a peace sign behind my head.
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning.
James 1:17
When I was growing up, the front of our home was lined with pink azaleas. We would pose every year (or so it seemed) for an Easter photo near the bouquets of pink. Today my small town heralds an Azalea Trail. March is the time for azaleas to pop. The blooming is fleeting, though. They’ll be gone in two weeks. My One Little Word for 2024 is Peace. Here’s a gathering of goodness for Peace and pink azaleas.
Peeping pink azaleas
Margaret Simon, draft acrostic 2024
Emerge on this March day
A reliable blossom
Carries
Easter tradition
Reflections on the Teche 