Every Spring, I look forward to seeing them–these splashes of blue in fields of green. Some might consider them weeds, just sprouting up here and there and everywhere. But me? I think they’re beautiful…absolutely beautiful. I’ve always loved them, but this year, well, it’s been even more of a blessing to see them. Why?  Because they’re predictable.  They stretch up every year. There’s something so comforting these days about things that are predictable, steady, anticipated. Like blue cornflowers in aRead more