A lot has changed over the past five years at High Rock.
Some of the changes have been painful and sad. (We miss you, Aunt Ruthie!)
Others have been exciting and full of new hope as the old house takes on new life.
Much has changed. But not spring.
It just keeps coming...always lovely and right on time.
See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land. The fig tree forms its early fruit;
the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
(Song of Solomon 2:11-13a)
the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
(Song of Solomon 2:11-13a)
