Thoughts on Good Friday morning.

Have you ever stopped to consider the mystery of perennials?  The chives and rhubarb of the garden that leave you each fall only to wait?  And as your thoughts weave between snow shoveling and glad tidings they are still there, buried deep beneath the blizzard only to kiss the sunlight, some lucky spring morning, through no effort of yours, and welcome the new season with their blessed presence and rebirth?