It wouldn’t be springtime on PEI without a visit to Vessey’s.
We plan and dream …
and we plant
food for the body
and food for the soul
“I wonder what a soul…a person’s soul…would look like,” said Priscilla dreamily.
“Like that, I should think,” answered Anne, pointing to a radiance of sifted sunlight streaming through a birch tree. “Only with shape and features of course. I like to fancy souls as being made of light. And some are all shot through with rosy stains and quivers…and some have a soft glitter like moonlight on the sea…and some are pale and transparent like mist at dawn.”
“I read somewhere once that souls were like flowers,” said Priscilla.
“Then your soul is a golden narcissus,” said Anne, “and Diana’s is like a red, red rose. Jane’s is an apple blossom, pink and wholesome and sweet.”
“And your own is a white violet, with purple streaks in its heart,” finished Priscilla.
Jane whispered to Diana that she really could not understand what they were talking about. Could she? ” I love this line! *grin*
Anne of Green Gables – Chapter 13
If souls were like flowers, what would mine look like?
This little flower is called “The Glory of the Snow”
The sight of these tiny splashes of colour pushing their way up through patches of tired old snow in the early spring brings such joy to the heart – little harbingers of hope whispering “Hold on – there is so much more to come!”
I’d like to be that to others – I pray to be like that.
” to know the word that sustains the weary…” Is 50:4
If souls were like flowers, what would yours look like?