The Flowering Quince in the backyard has bloomed. It seems really early this year, especially seeing that it's one of the coldest weeks we have had all winter and are looking at more cold weather. They are related to the rose family, I think. This small and spiny shrub becomes a slash of color in a landscape of greys, muted greens and tan. It seems to be blooming out of season -- either really early or really late, but it blooms as and when it was meant to bloom.
There are days that I think that I am blooming late: after all, I am becoming that which has been my calling later in life than some. Yet I am blooming when I was supposed: I am blooming and bearing fruit as God would have me.
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