We return home from a week at dad's place to find the gardens full of tulips that I had hastily planted last autumn. Planting bulbs was one of the tasks that had been put off after a tumultuous summer. Yet here they are blazing cheer in the beds oblivious to worries and to anxieties.
Anxieties, brown and dull, under the Father's tender love, emerge triumphant, ablaze with Light.
Marieke,
ReplyDeleteI think about you all the time. I was sorry to hear about your mom, and I am sorry to read that your dad is not well.
Give my greetings to Marten please.
Warmest Wishes,
Kare