A cold spring
Temperatures plummeted last week into deep winter territory, making me fear for the flowers and keeping Ollie and me indoors, shivery under blankets. A glorious magnolia’s blossoms blackened; the tree lives, but we will miss its flowers this year.
A third Covid spring. We have missed so much beauty. We survive, but we have lost so much.
This week has me turning toward life, rejoining humans after so much time away. Flowers still bloom, life goes on, and we hope that the cold stays at bay.