that were so hard
they gave me
There have been new sorrows since last Easter, with passings of older family members and friends. The perennials return in spring, and also picture Easter for me. Some of you saw my new photo of snowdrops yesterday, on my primary blog, Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin. They are telling me stories. One year, they were covered with snow after they bloomed. The snow melted, and they were still blooming.