But there's hope and brightness creeping back in . . .
And this picture taken today in our front garden represents that hope and light.
How beautiful is that blue sky? Clear and strong and vibrant.
And the glorious pink blossoms . . . beautiful and fragile. Their presence fleeting but the memory lasting much longer.
The new leaves, the new life of the tree - hardly visible but there none the less - about to explode into life. The hope and promise of renewal.
I suppose that's how life is, isn't it? Fleeting and precious. And filled with the promise of greatness . . .