To remind me. . . . . . .

. . . . . . of how precious life is and how quickly
 it can be taken away.

I worked in the garden yesterday morning for a few hours. 

It was incredibly hot for mid-February and broke the record for the date
 reaching 81F. I enjoyed a mini breakfast out on the front porch, the air felt so good. 
Came in damp and tired, feeling pleased with myself for accomplishing some small
 chores which needed attention.

Today will be much cooler with rain later, the garden will only be viewed
 from the windows.

I pruned the Japanese maple, also took a few more lower twigs off the Celeste fig tree.

I fertilized all the Spring bulbs scattered throughout both front and back garden beds,

 natural areas, and in large pots. I left the potting shed door open for a burst of

 fresh air and, when I returned to put away my gloves and tools, in with the air

 had flown one of the always inquisitive Carolina wrens.

 I chatted with her as she hopped around inside, not scared, just checking things 

out before flying off. How can one chat with a tiny bird? Quite easily!

I cut just 17 daffodils and jonquils for the dining room, some in full bloom, 

others still in bud.They are my way of remembering those 17 precious people
 taken from their families and friends in the Florida school shooting this week.

The sad times of life. . . . . . . . .

Sometimes life is incredibly cruel and one has to pause and question.

Just a week ago, strolling through the Baroque town of Noto, Sicily,

 completely destroyed by the terrible 1693 earthquake, and then rebuilt, 

I found my name carved into an ancient wall. 

Today I pray parents find their lost children, can speak their names,

 and hold them close.