As Thomas and I drove home from an appointment in town I marveled at the vibrant red buds.
It struck me that Philip would not have to suffer any longer from colorblindness. I wished I could hear him exclaim over the amazing palette of colors.
The hundreds of shades of greens are a symphony to my eyes. Pale celery collides with emerald which bounces off of chartreuse. The wildflowers are out in full force, trillium, trout lily, wild mustard.
Spring.
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yes. I love this. Colorblindness has always made me sad for him. Wow...heaven must be so much more vivid than we can begin to imagine. Love you, too. Lynne
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