Sunday, May 7, 2017

“None can have a healthy love for flowers unless he loves the wild ones.”
~ Forbes Watson

This is another one of the tiny wildflower blossoms Gerry brought home the other day. Like the one I shared yesterday, this tiny flower is no more than a half-inch long.

Today’s the day of the giant community yard sale. I’m thankful we live on a cul de sac but still, the place is going to be overrun. Gerry will be in his element. I will not be.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. I am reading this on Monday morning…I hope you survived the community yard sale! 🙂

    1. I did! Mostly by staying out of the way.

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