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Mourning Friday, Good Friday




I once read Germans refer to today as “Mourning Friday”. We call it Good Friday.

Both are right.

I took the pictures of a tree in our yard with the intention of following it through the seasons. The gorgeous splendor of fall helps us forget the coming winter and its love of the skeletal. The leaves in the middle picture made me think of the tree’s final breaths, drops of blood or tears—a last gasp. It’s hard to imagine where the life and luster hide.

Roaring back fragrantly and innocent pink, the tree is adorned in juicy flowers if the bees buzzing around my camera were right. It is Spring. You can’t keep a good tree down.

Or a Good God.

It is the hour to rend thy chains,
The blossom time of souls.
~Katherine Lee Bates

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