My friend, who lost her baby a few years ago, has come to my house every year that I have been here to plant spring bulbs in honor of her little Natalie. Her daughter was born in the spring and lived for a month and that makes these spring bloomers even more special. I never met this little girl. But every time that these Hyacinth's come up I think of her. They make me smile. I love the smell of them and the color.
I am thankful for the spring and for the 'rebirth' of life after a long cold winter.
Spring is so symbolic.
2 comments:
What a neat idea.
I love this philosophical side of you.
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