After the rain...

Video from Friday, April 24, 2020.

It rained on Thursday. We had thunder and lightning. It could have been a lot worse and was, indeed, worse in other places. But with the new morning on Friday, the sun came out, the breeze was cool, and the Easter lilies were blooming in the memorial garden. They are a reminder that after grief, there is new life. Come visit with me in my garden on this new morning.

https://youtu.be/7BFWPlZLtJ8

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