Spring Is Closer Than It Feels

It’s almost the end of February.

Valentine’s Day has come and gone once again. The rush has quieted, and winter still lingers outside.

Year after year, I continue to bring in Valentine’s flowers.

They aren’t grown here this time of year — but they are the freshest I can find. Each stem chosen carefully. Leaves stripped. Bouquets wrapped and arranged by me. Every flower thoughtfully inspected before it ever leaves my hands.

Because even in winter, beauty matters.

Mixed bouquets in February provide something more than color. They provide interruption.

Outside, the trees are bare. The ground is still resting. The days can feel long and gray.

But inside a bouquet, there is life. There is softness. There is promise.

I love bringing smiles to people — especially this time of year. I love knowing that a simple arrangement can brighten a kitchen table, lift someone’s spirit, or remind them they are thought of.

Spring doesn’t arrive overnight.

It builds quietly.The light lingers a little longer each evening.The soil begins preparing beneath the surface.

What looks still is often growing.

God designed the seasons with purpose — rest before renewal, waiting before bloom. Roots deepen in winter. Strength forms in hidden places.

Hope works the same way.

It doesn’t always announce itself loudly. Sometimes it’s found in something as simple as flowers carefully wrapped and handed to someone in the middle of February.

As we stand at the edge of spring, I’m reminded that nothing tended with care is wasted. Nothing nurtured in faith goes unseen.

The fields will bloom again.

And until they do, may we carry light into ordinary days. May we offer beauty even when the landscape looks bare. May we trust that beneath every quiet season, something is preparing to rise.

Spring is closer than it feels.

— Kelly