With the passing of our family patriarch, we contemplate life’s mystery this morning.
After a long journey, a cottage on the distant shore beckons us.
Spring – frisky as a baby lamb, carefree as a butterfly, and joyous as a bird.
After winter’s gray, spring surprises us with shocking yellow.
Bulbs push skyward and buds burst forth after their long winter’s sleep.
When spring rains fall, it’s time to sift flour and crack eggs.