This day brought forth threats of rain, ominous clouds, and wind. Although we had patches of sunshine, the morning mostly promised nothing of bright vibrant blooms.
But today was the day. Today was the day the first daffodil of spring stretched out one petal of greeting and sent out that unmistakable scent. Today was the day chosen for this one bloom.
It didn't look promising (there's not even adequate light for a vibrant photograph!), but today was the day.
I know there's a grand timeline for something coming into full bloom whether a dream fulfilled, a project completed, or some change to begin. Forget about the outward signs that promise nothing. God knows and the thing will bloom just when it was made to.
Do you know what I mean?