Monday, August 15, 2011
I was feeling sad and then I went to the farm.
The flowers were so bright on the gray day.
During Susan's memorial her daughter said that Susan always said she would come back as a butterfly....
There have been many sightings reported.
These beauties sat so still for me.
I was grateful.
I do feel like she is with me.
The other day, washing our hands at work, a friend and I both admitted that in a moment of crisis that day with our children we had both prayed imploringly, "Help me Susan!" to the air.
He calming yet no-nonsense presence is just what we both needed.
and here's a chubby little bee.