I bought myself this Lenten Rose. It's a perennial and I hope once the ground thaws, I'll be able to plant it outside, to keep time, blooming each Lent, reminding me to "return." I'm in good company. This morning's reading was of Jeremiah who visits a pottery and tells us that as he looked at the pots, "the word of the Lord came to me." What kinds of things are you looking at and hearing during these one hundred days of keeping? I know the chance of successfully transplanting this lovely is fairly slim, but that's just why I have to try (and why I persist in keeping); beauty and meaning are often fleeting, I want to muster all the attention I can.