When God had made a host of them,
One little flower still lacked a stem
To hold its blossom blue;
So into it, He breathed a song,
And suddenly, with petals strong
As wings, away it flew.
~ John Banister Tabb
I celebrated my 45th birthday this weekend, and yet I'm relishing a new birth of sorts. Since discovering these books at the library, our walks have become adventures in looking up. Literally.
Can borrowed beauty birth a new hobby, challenge the way you see and listen to the world around you? Can a few books influence how family time is spent? Yes. Find inspiration at your local library.