At first glance it is a sea of mud, a nothingness, just dirt. You see it as the stuff that is trampled all over the floor throughout the winter. It's the stuff kids love to play in and Mums hate to have to wash out of their clothes. It is that stuff you just know you'll fall flat on your face in if you have to cross it.
It is mud
or is it?
Not mud for long. One week later and the shoots of new life are already popping up and striking out towards the sun. Just two weeks ago this was the field of golden barley. It was shorn, it was ploughed, it was finished, it was mud.Now it is coming back to life. It is all new, it has strength against adversity (weather and crows) and it gets better every day.To my mind it is my field of hope. From nothing to something, from an ending to a new begining.I didn't know the field had been replanted, so when I ran past and saw the sprouting green-ness in the sunshine, it was so unexpected. It made me smile, it made me think, it gave me hope.
What makes you smile, what gives you hope?