Hope has been on my mind a lot lately. How hope changes a person. How hope inspires. How having something to hope for gives conception to more hope. How hope is sometimes (often) a choice. Like when I choose to hope that our world will be healthy and clean in 30 years, for my new niece.
Living with the DH (dear hubby) for nearly 12 years, I've absorbed one of his key means of generating hope - the planting of seeds. Seeds represent potential. They give me hope.
Here are some camellia sinensis (tea) seeds. They came from Vee and I send her a big thank you! Two of these are living with me, planted in a mix of sand and soil. One seed was loaned to a friend who has a greenhouse. These seeds give me hope.