There they are again. While we thought they slept, they were doing their Sisyphus thing, pushing up through the hard earth. Tender shoots against gravity, against rock, against the dark. Fifty years ago John’s parents planted hundreds of these bulbs under the linden trees at the old house. Happily, they also planted some up here at the vineyard. A generous gift on their part, as they were never around in Spring to see them. Until the day of their burial. That morning their granddaughters collected golden armfuls to greet every mourner at the tomb site and lighten the sorrow. Today […]
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