The wildflowers are already plentiful along the road where I walk. Each morning there are so many more than the day before. Brings to mind a longtime favorite poem by Robinson Jeffers.
Is it not by his high superfluousness
that we know our God?
For to equal a need is natural, animal, mineral;
but to fling rainbows over the rain,
and secret rainbows
on the domes of deep sea shells,
not even the weeds to multiply without blossom,
nor the birds without music.
Look how beautiful are all things He does.
His signature is the beauty of things.
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