With the advent of spring, a few weeks back, the flowers began blooming and the ivy began creeping. As the season gains momentum, so does the ivy. It’s fresh and bright . . . it’s waxy green and shiny . . . it’s a little bit sinister as it creeps toward the door. We are being enveloped!
Because the distances we travel are not only through space, they are also through time. Here’s a flower from my son, 10 years ago–still fresh and still heartfelt. Happy Mother’s Day!