Remembering

These are the flowers that bloom from the plant that Rademacher's brought for Rikka's grave. Life is so short and precious. A year ago Rikka was frail, but still determined to walk with us down the road past the old white dog's place. They would see each other out of the corners of their eyes, keep a respectful distance, but leave each other a bit of their scent in greeting, watering the grass at the edge of the white dog's farm.

This year Gryffin has spring fever. He was ecstatic this morning when no one got up to go to work - it's Saturday - and delighted that the rain is past.