“That one?” she said. “Is that one quite alive-quite?” Dickson curved his wide smiling mouth.

“It’s as wick as you or me,” he said; and Mary remembered that Martha had told her that “wick” meant “alive” or “lively.”

“I’m so glad it’s wick!” she cried out in her whisper. “I want them all to be wick. Let us go around the garden and count how many wick ones there are.”

~ The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett, illustrated by Tasha Tudor

I’m so glad there’s green, life, and hope YET! Spring is here! Thank You, Jesus!

🌿🌱🌲🌳🪴🍃🌷☀️