We remember and we grieve.
|I believe these blossoms are flowering plum.|
We look at our world and we grieve. So many martyrs. Broken hearts. Oppression and hatred. Disease. A pandemic.
|The almond bush has frilly pink blooms|
But grief and joy are not mutually exclusive. It is possible to experience both. At the same time.
|Daffodils cheerfully welcome spring|
This is Easter. Overwhelming sorrow turns to great joy. "Why do you seek the living among the dead? He is not here, but has risen." Luke 24:5-6
|The red bud tree signals a new garden year.|
It occurs to me that in some small way flowers are equally at home with the grieving and the rejoicing. And so among these flower photos I hope you will find my Easter blessing for you: Comfort and joy.
|Bees (do you see it?) love the crabapple tree blossoms.|