My family, friends, and I went to the Yellow Daisy festival this weekend at Stone Mountain Park, and then did a sunset hike up the mountain afterwords. Along the way, we found some of the yellow daisies for which the festival was named.
This one in particular captured my attention and I took a picture of it—because there was just one flourishing among the dead.
It reminded me of the valley of dry bones in Ezekiel 37:
Are these alliterated adventure titles a little cheesy? (Last week’s was Adventuring to Amicalola.) I’m not sure yet; I guess we’ll see how long I can keep it up. Anyway, this week, my friends and I hiked another one of Georgia’s seven natural wonders, Stone Mountain.