A resurrection of sorts

I intend no blasphemy whatsoever in the title of this piece, other than to suggest that what is is a resurrection than the rebirth of life. I found this pretty little tulip lifting its head out of the prosaic and functional composting box as a perfect metaphor for the time of year.

Spring is about rebirth, much as for Christians, Easter is about rebirth and life and hope springing eternally.

However you view it -- and I don't reveal my spiritual convictions any more than I reveal my politics, mainly because both areas of life are 'my own' -- the primary wonder of nature and this Creation upon which we live, is that it invariably renews each year, and from a bunch of rotting and seemingly dead plant matter comes a vibrant and hopeful blossom just to let us know that with life there is always hope.

May you all have a good Easter, no matter how you celebrate it, and no matter what it means to you.