With Deepest Sympathy

To all my dear, dear friends who live in colder climes,

It is with great sadness that I acknowledge that you had to celebrate this Easter day, a day of renewal and rebirth, all bundled up. It is with sorrow that I reflect on how you had to cover up your colorful new clothes with coats, or shiver during outdoor photo opportunities. It is with the deepest of sympathy that I think upon the soil in your gardens, still frozen.

But it is with greatest remorse that I acknowledge that I am THAT friend. The one who would post this picture.
May the knowledge of our resurrected Lord comfort you on this day.

Much love,

Painted Maypole

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This post has been a Monday Mission. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a post in the style of a sympathy card.



Upcoming Monday Missions for the remainder of April are to write posts in the style of:

4/20 - a mathematical equation or proof. Because by this point I should be pretty well entrenched in rehearsals, and math will be on the brain.

4/27 - A May Day song or poem. I'm totally being greedy here. Help me celebrate the impending May Day. We are dancing around the Maypole, you know.