Jeesh, we've rolled 'round to Gran's birthday again. Springtime. Easter and Passover, in sync on the horizon.
Rebirth. Daffodils poking through remaining snow. Colored eggs.
Rebirth. Daffodils poking through remaining snow. Colored eggs.
Here's to all the fond memories that keep one alive, long past physical demise.
Celebrating Gran, ever present in my basket of life.