My text,and picture, to one of my grown girls,
who is a garden lover today :
Do you think that is a flower or a weed-it’s pretty tall
I got this beautiful fancy book for mother’s day, from
my other half. It’s full of flower paintings. I am hoping
to find, my might be, weed in the book. Either way, it is pretty.
It has pink flowers with bright yellow stamen. I do think it
is a flower. This waiting for the greenery to bloom, or fill out
more, is insane-ish. My yard looks mostly unkempt. I also need
to remember to check for strawberries every morning. So the
squirrels and bunnies don’t get them first. I don’t know about you,
but the seasons come upon me suddenly. It seems to go from cold
to hot in a night. Grey brown, to green just as fast. Today, while bike riding
I was amazed at how many flowers were blooming and how GREEN it was.
TOH to date: 459 hours and 50 min.
Good thing God knows, whats what.
For every beast of the forest is Mine, the cattle on a thousand hills.
I know all the birds of the hills and all that moves in the field is Mine.
Psalm 50 vs 10-11
