Saturday, April 20, 2019 – Melancholy April

April is an in-between month tucked in the middle of anticipatory March when the first blush of spring sparks a fever, and May when gardens centres are awash with colour and promise. April is a gray and wet month. It’s a month of fits and starts,  of disappointment and melancholy.

Now we’re past the halfway point of this confused month, and I find myself discombobulated along with her. I’ll spend a good part of this day wrangling words and grounding myself, digging in the dirt and grounding in another way, remembering that Love wins and Sunday’s coming and, boy, am I looking forward to ordinary time.

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects.

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