After two years of blogging at Live with Flair, I'm always looking for blogworthy material that I haven't already used.
On the walk to school, the sweetest little second grade girl asks me what I'm going to blog about today. I have my camera in my pocket, but I haven't pulled it out yet.
"I don't know. I haven't found it."
She points out the blooming crocus.
She points on the tiny pine trees emerging from the forest floor.
She finally points to a tiny daffodil blooming by the school.
Done that. But wait. . .
"Come here!" she says, pointing and smiling.
I bend down, pull out the camera, and tell her she's right. She's found the blog for today. I wonder if she sees what I see: tiny yellow daffodils beating the odds, pushing against the dark decay.
I see their little necks straining so hard. I see a mother and a daughter, a father and a son, an adult and a child. I see a teacher and a student. I see hope and strength and victory. I see neighbors and best friends and love and joy.
What do you see?