There was a major hailstorm last night that wiped out my "field" of poppies. Today I tried to focus on clean up and next steps, yet I still feel the loss of this year's blooms. Maybe I can muster up some hope for the garden. I know I will treasure each bloom that opens over the next month or two, because it can all change in an instant due to circumstances out of my control. Which is true of much more than a garden.
Though I was a reluctant visitor to the OKC memorial, I was impressed with the way the park-like block was laid out to provide space to think and process, and to honor the victims. Today is the anniversary of the bombing, it's Good Friday and it's been a hard week in Denver. We need reflective spaces - physically and for our souls.
I sat and watched the dark turn to light on this first day of spring. When the first light of the dawn pushed away the darkness, the tree branches were black against the sky. Then I noticed that colors started to emerge. I needed more light to see color.
