The Last Waterlily

However late rosebuds come, they bloom equally in the end.  It could have been a metaphor for the quality of a life. - Brother Cadfael

Dear Diary,

I suppose there always has to be the last one and it is just as beautiful as the first and all the ones in between.  Our heavy rain of yesterday has refreshed the world and a beautiful sunny day is in store this Sunday.  Lovely!