04/06/2010 ***Nothing touches my heart in quite the same way as a patch of wild crocus in an April meadow. My first husband was buried on an April day and the cemetery grounds were covered in wild crocus. On another April day two years later, we buried my brother in the same cemetery, and the grounds were once again covered with beautiful purple crocus. When ever I see these tiny wild flowers, they remind me that God makes all things new.

04/05/2010 ***Last year, this tree gave us 3 plums. This year it is looking a little more hopeful for the fruit salad.