Cut flowers are my one weakness.
They aren't necessities, I freely admit - but that's part of their charm.
They feel like a celebration.
Of beauty.
Of life and growth.
Of God's creativity.
Their sunny faces, their infinite variety of colors and shapes, the detail in their petals...
It all makes me so very happy.
The green mason jar bursting with beet-red zinnias is a toast to this life God has given me, with its good and its hard moments, with its confidence and its questions, with the grace for mountain tops and mundane.
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