I took a different route for my run the other day and found myself running by an abandoned property. The main house and barn were covered with overgrown bushes and the walkway to the property was littered with empty beer cans and alcohol bottles. The area felt dead, no remnants of the lives that may have dwelled there. I could only sense the denseness of squatters and teenage rebels. First glance doesn’t always tell the whole story as I found trees budding and a bird’s nest waiting to hold new life. A sign of hope and revival as we head into a new season.