Saturday, March 26, 2011


Early March, and a small row of buttercups stands next to my mailbox. A resolute harbinger of spring, the sturdy stalks push up from the cold ground. And just when I think, "o.k., this is it," a few more shoots emerge overnight.

I'm thinking of my Granny, 94 and in a nursing home following a hospitalization for a lung and fluid problem. For her, this is likely a slow decline, before she leaves us. I remember the buttercups lining her driveway, and how excited she was to see them each year!