I don't know about you but I often look at the sweet and tidy homes in blogland and wonder how in the world they keep it all looking so fresh and inviting...
Just in case anyone might (for some unknown reason) wonder that same thing about me...
Here are my freshly picked zinnias one day and one rambunctious two year old later...
I really can't scold him cuz he's just like his mom-mom...he loves to smell the flowers.
His little toddler hands just get a little over zealous. This particular flower was a gift to his mommy...I know, aint he just the sweetest little thing!
Made me remember chubby little hands bringing me freshly picked flowers. By the time they got to me the fragile stems were usually broken but I always pulled out a little vase and proudly displayed them for all to see.
I bet you have those same kind of memories, too.
Thank goodness there are more just for the picking outside my backdoor.
Thank you all for the heartfelt comments on my last post. The funeral service was probably the nicest celebration of home going that I have ever been to. What a beautiful testimony this gentleman's life was...I came away blessed for having gone.
Hope this week affords you plenty of opportunities to stop and smell the flowers and to thank the ONE who gave them.
Blessings sweet blogging friends,