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.
|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|
|The red bud tree signals a new garden year.|
|Bees (do you see it?) love the crabapple tree blossoms.|