Sunshine and resurrection

Signs of spring....

 

After twenty one days of rain in March, yesterday's sun was like a heavenly spa treatment.

Every ray sings to me of resurrection.

In anticipation of Easter:

Rejoice, heavenly powers! Sing choirs of angels!

Exult, all creation around God's throne!

Jesus Christ, our King, is risen!

Sound the trumpet of salvation!

Rejoice O earth in shining splendour,

radiant in the brightness of your King!

Down the road

Spring is springing

I am getting an edgy feeling about my mother. I don't know what it is, and it is to the point where my not-so-subtle questions are starting to bug her, so I decided to put amateur diagnostics aside and take pictures of the burgeoning spring in her yard and ours. I'm learning it is okay to wait and let things speak for themselves; I don't have to anticipate each and every thing. (I'll just sit here and tell myself that a few times if you don't mind.) Okay, back to spring...

Daffodils, planted by Kate during the crazy days when she lived here, bloom faithfully every year in Mom's front yard. Bright yellow breaks up the gray perfectly, bursting forth some cheer when winter is getting wet and dreary. I appreciate it all-the-more knowing that more rain is headed our way this weekend.

And, of course, so much depends upon a red wheelbarrow...filled with paper whites...in the bright sunshine...with apologies to William Carlos Williams.

And there is a new table at the cafe on the deck. We anticipate many a meal, many a sip of espresso, many a happy hour, and many a sunset at this table. Knowing what is swirling in our family these days, we'll probably be out there early or late, listening and talking about matters of life and death, hearts and heads, dreams and responsibilities. Let the deck life begin!