intentions

I had planned on going to a grief group today that meets once a month.  Fifteen minutes before I was supposed to leave, I couldn't bring myself to go.  I can't imagine anything in the world that will make me feel any better.

Remember how thrilled we used to be whenever we found one of these Jack in the pulpit plants during a walk in the woods?  I spotted this on a walk earlier this spring with Matte and Oliver.  Oddly, he was speaking to you on the phone while I took this picture...