When I was a little girl I loved picking flowers.
I also loved playing in the
meadows and woods.
Back then it was safe to let your
children play all over the neighborhood
and if you got hurt, there was always
a friendly neighbor with a bandage.
It's sweet to remember those times
and I wish it were more like that now.
Anyway, getting back to my story . . .
One of my favorite things to do was
pick Momma a wildflower bouquet.
Well, I'm all grown up
but my heart still holds a place for
that little girl that loved picking flowers.
Now I'm an old girl,
and I still love picking flowers :)
This little bouquet is from a mix
of everything that is blooming in our yard.
I kept turning the vase to see
which angle made the best photo.
Then I aimed my camera down
on the top of the bouquet.
I'm not going to ask you which angle
you liked best.
Because I've already decided.
The answer is:
That when you are looking at the beauty
of something so amazing as a flower.
How can you not be in awe of our
All Mighty Sweet Lord?
There is no angle in which a flower
is not magnificent.
Wishing you all a very beautiful day.
Your blogging sister,