The poppies are blossoming. The first of the season.
We can remind young people that they’re already beautiful as they are; they don’t have to be someone else.
I can tell you that Relia's garden, her life and her legacy, has brought forth some of the most delicious and beautiful fruit possible. So many of us, including myself, have blossomed as a result of her tender sowing and thoughtful care. And now in her passing, she leaves a bounteous harvest that has the silos of love overflowing in a bounteous bumper crop of abundance.