Greenfield Lake

It was hard to force myself out of Wilmington today to head west to the Upstate of SC. The weather was lovely, I had enjoyed the company of my aunt and uncle, and had found a couple of houses I could easily see myself living in. Could I please stay? I had to spend just a little more time. So before I left, I drove the lazy circles of Lake Shore Drive that took me around Greenfield Lake, and I reminisced about the happy days I spent there when I was a little girl. It was a time when family was all around, something that sadly ended when I was seven and we moved away. Today the azaleas were found to be starting their seasonal show, but it's not just about the azaleas. All around was to me quite naturally beautiful, the tall cypresses rising from the shimmery blue-green lake, swaying Spanish moss, honking geese overhead, soft breezes, small dragonflies one of which playfully landed on my hand as I was taking a picture. Simply Heaven.

Headed out

In a little while I will leave for Wilmington. We will not move until our house here has sold, and when it does, I want to be ready. We have ruled out condos and patio homes and have decided on another house, but where? That is the question. This trip will be to determine the neighborhoods or areas we would like. So down the road I go, but my trip back home will be before the Azalea Festival gets revved up. I used to love that big festive event when I was younger, but even if I don't participate this year it should be really pretty there, especially around the lake.

Hope Springs Eternal

It would be a sad thing not to have spring to look forward to.

Today is lovely, the time and place hoped for in the dead of winter. Birds are singing all around, trees are primed to burst into green, fussy bees are buzzing, robins are sitting at the edge of the garden getting fat with the worms that have made the soil rich, the sky is clear and blue, tillers are humming, neighbors are greeting each other, the fresh breeze is wafting through open windows.

Hope did not disappoint. It came right on schedule with Spring.

Good Friday

It is Good because I now have access to the shed blood of Jesus Christ, which all of humanity needs. Last night was Maundy Thursday, the recognition of the Last Supper when Jesus and his disciples broke bread together, when he humbly washed their feet, and when Judas went away to betray him. Today we reflect on his painful death by crucifixion. On Sunday, we observe the glorious resurrection, the most meaningful day in human history. The Easter season is not fraught with commercialism, obligations and stress like Christmas. It is a serene time to contemplate the mission of Jesus, his suffering and his gift to us.

Too Pretty to be Weeds

Bold violet.
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