Sunday, April 22, 2012
And the spring breeze whispers through the leaves: soon, soon, it will be time.
I hate spring.
We are in a funk here; those blues, we've got 'em.
J's grandmother died a few days ago. It's been a difficult few days in the midst of an emotional time.
Lilacs, lavender, a warm spring day - it all reminds me of her. When, if ever, do the memories become sweet instead of bitter?