Summer’s coming. It’s almost here. If you’re following my blog, you may already know, this is my favorite time of year. Right now, when the days are warm, and sometimes the nights are cool.
My little girl self loved flower gardens. I frequently invaded them, proudly bringing mom prize-winning blossoms. And a few angry gardeners.
My garden is not prize winning. It’s not even big, but it yields surprises every year, when things I planted last summer come back.
Those dahlias the rabbits ate down to the ground last summer? They’re up and blooming.
An old prickly pear dazzled us this year with an abundance of brilliant yellow blooms. We cut down a big maple tree and there it was. Turns out, all it needed was sunshine.
Life comes full circle. It’s especially evident this time of year, when another little predator visits my garden. Just like her grandma, she loves flowers.
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: and yet I say unto you, that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.–Matthew 6:28-29 KJV