In the Springtime

Image Copyright 2010 Tisha Ricketson

As soon as I saw this on my friend’s Facebook page, I knew that I wanted to put it up here on RW&G for Easter.

Tisha lives in Northeast Texas, not far from where I grew up, and there’s just something about this image–the color and light and variety–bring back so many sweet memories of picking daffodils with my family and friends.

My family is so very tiny now. I’m an only child and oh-so-lucky that both of my parents are still around. They divorced a couple of years ago so things are… different. My grandparents are long gone, and we lost my dear mom-in-law last year. I miss my mother’s best friend, Pat, too. She died when I was in college.

When I see daffodils in springtime–like this one, I confess to feeling more than a little sentimental. And a little lonely. So I close my eyes, breathe deep, and imagine holding all of my loved ones–the ones here and the ones that I’ve lost–in my heart with lovingkindness.

Then I just feel grateful.

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