My sweetie is a church organist. Last Sunday, he forgot to pick up his Easter lily, so by the time he got it, it was the runt of the litter--bent over like an old woman, with two brown buds and a couple of hopeful-looking ones. He propped it up, using chopsticks as a crutch, and set Lily in a sunny window, hoping that would straighten her up a bit.The message of Easter is suffering, death, and resurrection. My sweetie was dismayed to receive a rather ugly Easter lily with two dead buds. He is treating it compassionately, helping Lily in her old age.
Next week, i will bury her in the ground to wait for next summer's resurrection.
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