Just remember, during the winter, there’s a seed that with the sun’s love in the spring becomes a rose.

As the light came across the horizon at dawn on several mornings this week, a white landscape of thick frost was revealed, all is motionless, and it’s bitterly cold. Although I noticed yesterday that the surrounding paddocks of canola are coming into flower, a sure sign we are heading towards Spring, and my mind is … Continue reading Just remember, during the winter, there’s a seed that with the sun’s love in the spring becomes a rose.