I've been meditating on this scene this week. The stones and the moss were moved two years ago from gardening friends of ours who sold their life-long home to move to assisted living and who offered their garden to all who wanted parts of it. We bought home several carloads of flat stones to create a patio off the south side of our deck and Judy planted the moss between each stone. And just like last spring, green fills the cracks between the stones. Have you noticed how green fills cracks? Sidewalks, street cracks, brick and stone walls. I noticed green is invading my shed. Cedar trees grow in the cracks along the stone cuts where the highway cuts through the hills. Wherever the surface is disturbed and broken, green grows. Life will not be denied. Sometimes we call it weeds because it's growing where it's unwanted. But it still grows to reclaim. There are broken places in our lives, cracks, disruptions, opportunities for green to poke though. When it's unexpected. These days, this week, I call it hope.