Aunt Joan used to have scads of these lovely purple crocuses in her front yard, and sometimes they’d be in bloom before all the snow melted.
I was preparing this morning’s hymn when the phone rang. It was the social worker at the hospital calling to advise me that my aunt would be returned to the nursing home either later today or tomorrow. Her condition has stabilized and she is out of danger. Again.
Thank you all for your prayers on our behalf: and thank you, Lord, for hearing them.