Last fall Hans and I planted a bed of red tulips. We did it on a windy, drizzly October day,
putting the little bulbs to bed and wishing them a good winter. Then we set to work welcoming little twin
grandchildren, flying down to California to take care of my mom for a month,
then back up here to begin day care for the twins when our daughter had to
return to work.
Everybody knows that twins are a lot of work, Saturday
mornings affords me a long luxurious shower, time on the computer, baking
scones, even brushing my teeth when I want to without dashing in to the
bathroom during nap time. But the real
luxury is having them in the first place.
Since we are between Good Friday and Easter, a good question to consider is what might have gone on in the sepulcher, or down under the ground with tulips, or how one might be growing as they withdraw from the world to care for family members. I have great hopes that this time will be even moderately as fruitful.
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