Love in a Mist

Last week a bud, today a flower, next a seed-head.  All of them beautiful.  

Struggling for the right words tonight.   

What do we say to someone whose world has been shattered by the loss of a beloved one?   

Words about my day seem worthless, something I have also felt at times when reflecting on the war in Ukraine, the poverty in so many countries, injustice in the world.

So today, just a picture of the flower, hurriedly snapped on my way out.