Croci

Romans 6:1-11

It is spring. What was a barren patch of bare earth is a blaze of purple croci. I did not plant the bulbs, they are the work of a previous resident. Each year they appear and give me joy.
I have other bulbs too, ones that I did plant, they are no less thrilling. Then there is the snowdrop. Only one even though I planted quite a few bulbs. They were given me by a friend from her mother's garden, a garden that I visited about forty years ago. The joy of the flowers puts a spring in my step each year but I know that also I need to tend and weed their home. Thus it is with my spiritual life too.


(Photographs will follow later)