Renewal -
Many years ago, I attended a memorial service at a beautiful home on Mount Tam. As I left, I saw a huge, open bowl offering daffodil bulbs. I took some and buried them in a pot on the deck. I just went outside. Daffodils are up, once again. It brings tears to my eyes to see the beauty, fragility, and strength of those little bulbs in that overgrown pot, as they pop up every spring.