The funny thing about Easter in New York is that it brings to mind lillies, tulips, and daffodils. The picture of springtime, but in reality all the trees are still completely bare. Nothing is green aside from these first blooming trees and flowers. Such a stark contrast that one can become absolutely giddy at their site, especially against the deep blue sky.
I used to wonder why the baby Jesus was born in the dead of winter and then died on the cross in spring. But the big reveal of Easter makes sense in the overall story line and provides that dramatic finale season ending to the most incredible story ever told.
How weird that I just got notified of this post today. I still enjoyed it tho
ReplyDeleteThanks, I'm super backed up in my posts - so I write them after the fact many times, if that makes sense.
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