Hope

Thinking about spring flowers is a wonderful way to spend an afternoon. Scrolling through pictures of last spring reminds me of the many daffodils that bloom around Wexford Woods. It also reminds me of Aunt Mary, my aunt who passed away last year and adored daffodils.

The daffodil comes back every year. No extra watering is required. They come back, again and again.

The hope of spring reminds me that better days are coming. My father seemed quite alert on our FaceTime call last night. He even remembered the date of his birthday! I hope we can celebrate it in a grand way. I hope we can have the picnic he always speaks about so fondly.

It’s coming…