Surely you can forgive our amateur gardening skills and still appreciate the point we thought we were making...
Plus, that same quick Google search said something about bright aconite petals, juxtaposed with barren earth or snow, making for a potent visual metaphor - a tough little sprig of a plant overcoming winter, life overcoming the threat of death. Maybe our mistake was meant to lead us to that idea as well...
Several days ago, on the very day we received some long-hoped for good news, Andy and I both, upon separate passings, noticed this tiny primrose peeking through the leaves overflowing from our compost pile.
And it was like Grandma Eleanor was sending us a message:
It's spring now, and hope has sprung.
And we heard her, loud and... well, not clear but bright yellow...
JEB
4 comments:
I love a picture of a little girl with a flower behind her ear! And I'm sure Eleanor would be smiling no matter what kind of bloom heralded the hope of spring...
How beautiful! I love that smile!
A primROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME WOULD SMELL AS SWEET...Romeo and Juliet
(1594) or Andy and Jenni (2009)?
Just curious.
Oh my...I just got chills. I love this story and this post. Thanks for sharing. Hope is a wonderful thing! :)
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