I have no idea what kind...but love the color.
Today is Palm/Passion Sunday. The day began with very cold weather (our neighbor's wind machines were running all night for frost protection.) After listening to praise band rehearsal, it was time for the service, complete with palm branches, singing of "Hosanna!" (which means "Save!") and finally entering into a reminder of the week to come. Holy Week. Each day a remembrance, each day holy, each day filled with its own life, its own story, its own drama, culminating in Good Friday, Holy Saturday, and Easter. It's hard to describe what those three days mean in the life of a Christian. For me they are an annual visceral remembrance of Jesus' love for us, of God's grace offered to us, of the power of the Holy Spirit. It is mystery.
And it always seems appropriate that so many flowers bloom at this time of year. Easter is early this year, so I doubt there will be any tulips in bloom - but my magnolia seems to be trying to break speed records for early blossom. The garden is filled with daffodils, forsythia, and everything has begun to sprout. The new life we see, from that which was hidden in the earth, is the best possible reminder to me that death has no power over life, and God always has the last, gracious word, renewing that which was broken - even me!
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