The poem of creation is uninterrupted

I was visiting a student in Northside last week so I took the opportunity to stop by and see mom at Spring Grove Cemetery.  The cemetery is also an arboretum, and this time of year is absolutely beautiful there – flowering trees, wildflowers, spring bulbs… everywhere you look something is blooming.

The entrance to her section was bathed in sunlight and a sea of violets and spring beauties were drinking it all up.

Her grave is tucked in a grove of evergreens though, and it was blissfully cool in the shadows. I rested for a while in the shade with her, appreciating all the beauty of spring unfolding. Life goes on.

“The morning wind forever blows; the poem of creation is uninterrupted.” – Thoreau

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