For a brief respite you walked the paths known to your ancestors. How firm the tread, how sweet the memories. And there, amidst debris, came a promise bright: daffodils abloom shedding fragrance on the air. Like these flowers, reminders, fragile and passing, were carried from that sacred vale where waters roll and tumble and where ties bind the heart anew.
~Ethelene Dyer Jones – March 2014