Yesterday, Kathryn Victoria and I walked around the house, looking at the flowers that grace the foundation, contemplating which might eventually be included in her gardens, taking measure of the black walnut trees the squirrels unintentionally planted -- trees that are now ready to be relocated to more spacious places.
In the days in between, the ditches on our country roads and four-lane highways filled with daisies -- without mulch or fertilizer, irrigation or weeding, planting or planning. Gracefully growing as God intended?
Even in laughter the heart may ache,
and rejoicing may end in grief.