So the first day of spring was the other day, right?
Can’t prove it by me.
We went for shopping this afternoon and as I was trying to pick out Easter flowers, there were snow flurries in the air.
It brought back memories of my Mom, who would tell me how, at my oldest brother’s First Holy Communion, in May, back in the early fifties, it snowed.They couldn’t take pictures of the kids at grotto areas for keepsakes due to snow.The thought brought a smile to my face, and drew me to a pot of three white hyacinths.Tradionally, my brother in the city with me would pick up a purple hyacinth for her, I would get her a white one, and my Dad would buy Mom a lily.The memory brought a smile to my face. Once the flowers fade away, I’ll have the bulbs to come up each spring to renew the memory.
Thank God for small favors.