All year long they grow….. plain- somewhat ugly, wild looking bushes alongside of my porch.
Then- suddenly, for a few short weeks in May, they bloom. Their scent greets you at my front door. Their color can be seen form the street.
For the first few years, I let them on the bush. They withered. Wilted. Died.
Now- every day, I cut bunches and fill vases. It only takes a few minutes, but if feels like such absolute luxury. A full senses reminder of God’s love care and creation. Beautiful full bouquets of fresh flowers, in the kitchen, the livingroom and even our bedroom. They still wilt, they still die. But now- I enjoy them fully, before they do. I don’t worry about them-I just enjoy them while they are here. 😉
” Praise be to his glorious name forever; may the whole earth be filled with his glory. Amen and Amen.” Psalm 72:19