Things have been hard here. Uncomfortably hard. Rock bottom hard.
There have been moments of looking around and wondering how in the heck things got so chaotic and difficult. Moments of trying to find peace, and missing it entirely.
And then, there are moments like this:
When you discover that what seemed like a crab apple tree in your new backyard is, in truth, a bearer of real apples. The eatingsaucingjuicing kind.
And suddenly, a flurry erupts. Children run for buckets and baskets and long rakes.
A cloud bursts, and there is joy spilling all over. And in that moment, you remember that this is just a season, just a moment of life, and that the good stuff will be back again. Soon.