Were not our hearts burning within us?
By the third Sunday of Easter, the assortment of lilies, tulips and daffodils that proudly grace our chancel on Easter morning tend to look a little … dead.
We do our best to stretch out their beauty, carefully watering them in their little plastic pots. But by week three the leaves are drooping, the petals are browning and the effect is not so much glorious as grungy.
It’s not the worst...
