We celebrate Easter tomorrow, and I see on the calendar that Mother’s Day is May 8, 2011.
After Enola, my mother, was called Home, I took great comfort in watching the perennials begin again. The Saturday inbetween Good Friday and Easter was a metaphor for me. It pictured this time of temporary separation. The grief was hard but grew into new love and faith.
For a thousand years
in thy sight
are but as yesterday
when it is past,
and as a watch in the night.
Psalm 90: 4 (KJV)
Photos of snowdrops by Karl yesterday.