unblemished

Every year on Green-up day, I stop along a certain bridge in Ira, and find the bloodroot blooming. There is something very comforting about going to the same place at the same time, and finding the same thing, year after year. It's amazing to me that something growing wild like this, out in the puckerbrush somewhere, could be so perfect, unblemished.

Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow, they neither toil or spin, yet I tell you that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
Matthew 6:28