Peeking out from the wood, the ghosts of a once warm and vibrant home still return every March. Making a yearly upward pilgrimage to honor the glory of what once was, they offer their yellow trumpets as living tribute. They remind us of those that came before…the the sturdy houses outlasted, the families outlived….
These daffodils are a living memorial.
Should we all be so fortunate, faithfully memorialized by the first hope of spring…by life renewed.