As I look at the flowers blooming now, I remember my life is short, but that cannot make me sad. Rather, that knowledge fills me with wonder at the wisdom and love of God. Each flower has its purpose from him. With out those early first blooms, the bees my orchard needs would starve in the cold. My spring walks would have less joy. Soon after the time of those first blooms, others, then others, and still others, peonies, lupine, columbine, crocosmia, sunflowers, aster, mums and so many more will all bloom in their proper season. They too will share their life and beauty with the world.