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After winter, spring

After winter, spring

Oslo comes slowly back to life

A winter of discontent and a new beginning. It is my grandmother's birthday, and so I call.
We thumb through memories of favorite places and happy times; of family long gone and lately departed. I forgo my jacket and the sun is warm against my skin. I am reminded of my mother's family crest. 

'Dulcius ex asperis' 

and maybe it is, maybe it is. 

When life gives you scraps, make a quilt.

When life gives you scraps, make a quilt.

Ah! Sunflower

Ah! Sunflower