Ever since I gave him residence in our garden four years ago, he has insisted on spreading his arms open wide to hand me blooms each time I pass through the front door. Even during two years of neglect, the guy was just brazenly romantic. How could I not love him back?
These sweet little ones seem to like it here. I planted them four years ago too. Logically speaking they shouldn't be here, but I'm glad their carefree smiling faces have chosen to live with their hearts.
Now here's a reminder to never give up hope! I had determined that Miss Esperanza had bitten the dust with all the unusual cold here, but perseverance runs deeper in her veins for more than I gave her credit.
The flower bed is looking pretty good, and I see it as nothing less than the Lord's mercy to me. These flowers and more came up when I was too busy to tend them, and it is a pleasure to lavish some work on them now that I can. They will always be a testament to me of how Jesus loves us to overflowing.