When I left for work this morning, the tree in my front yard had green buds. I returned 10 hours later to find a tree in bloom.
Everything is about timing, it seems. I heard someone say tonight that most love affairs end badly, often because of bad timing. That is, indeed, very true. The same can be said about affairs other than those of the heart.
The timing being off can lead us to leave people, jobs and towns. We “bide our time” and bemoan “bad timing.”
But then, just as we think there’s no hope, something beautiful happens, and we get a fresh start.
It truly is all in the timing..