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Daffodils and frogs

Good Friday. I drove back to Mum's after work last night for an Easter with the family. By Sunday we'll all be here, the first time we've been together since Jez and Jane's wedding last May.

The drive last night seemed to carry the mood of today. Almost as soon as I left, the skies darkened and the rain began to pound the road. Yet no matter how heavy the downpour or how bleak the sky, a bright light illuminated a patch of land ahead. I'd have to drive through the rain to get to the sunshine. To meet Sunday you have to spend some time with Friday.

Today's been a Good Friday with a difference, though. A chance to catch up with Joanna, Tim, Isabel and Nicholas - they're over from America for a fortnight. Mum and I took Isabel to get the paper this morning, and all the way back she serenaded us with a tale of "daffodils and frogs". More signs of Spring. Reminders of new life. Pointers to Sunday.