[mostly] wordless week: broken

This little laburnum always reminds me of the lightning-struck tree in Jane Eyre.

Andy and Lindsey gave us this statue of the Pietà. Just this past weekend, we finally cleared out the back garden and got it settled into place. I'm hoping to surround it with ferns, lily of the valley, hyacinths, and other flowers, but much of that will need to wait for spring.

[mostly] wordless week closes with music, for which I went hunting for the unusually splendid and came up with Palestrina. The text comes from Psalm 42, the psalm which begins "As a deer longs for flowing streams,
so my soul longs for you, O God."

Regular posting resumes with the blogalectic on Monday. Happy weekend!

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