To misquote St. Francis, "I asked the cherry tree, 'Speak to me of God.' And the cherry tree blossomed."
We had a delightful Easter Monday with the keeper who stayed home all day to recover from the weekend and catch up with ignored messages from friends and an accountant. One friend reminded her that Easter Monday is considered "dies non," a day that wasn't a day, somehow lost in liminal space. A day to let it all just soak in. That's the kind of day it was for her. She's not so sure about the friend, though.
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