One day in the fall, I was having dinner with my Auntie Jane, in the hospice. We weren’t sitting where we normally did, and she didn’t like the new spot – she could see bare-branched trees out the window, and didn’t want to think about winter.
I told her that I don’t believe that when we die, we are erased – that something continues. That the trees would have leaves in the spring, and we didn’t know what her spring would look like.
Spring comes in fits and starts in southern
In God, all things are made new.
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And Happy Easter to you too Kate:)
Over here in southern England spring is well under way with blossom on lots of trees and the daffodils past their prime - and we had snow on Easter Sunday - very pretty to watch from inside the house
I know, Derek -- yours is the garden I was talking about in the Growing Pains post a couple of weeks ago. Thanks for stopping in.
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