Thoughts of a recluse about little things, and the Big . . .
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Weed among the Roses ~
In the middle of our roses a weed has grown tall and exotic to become my most prized flower.
2 comments:
Anonymous
said...
Is it Queen Anne's Lace?
I am reluctant to suffer a weedy flower, unless/until it is the only bloom left --or is proffered in a little boy's chubby hand. Then, I take a whole new look at it--study it.
In the middle of our roses a weed has grown tall and exotic to become my most prized flower.
2 comments:
Is it Queen Anne's Lace?
I am reluctant to suffer a weedy flower, unless/until it is the only bloom left --or is proffered in a little boy's chubby hand. Then, I take a whole new look at it--study it.
You are far more kind than I am.
:-)
(Carol)
I think some of the Lord's most beautiful flowers just happen to be weeds. And at times are even medicinal!
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