Grass raised chicken. Freshly made whole wheat bread and rolls.
The sounds of a violin playing.
Yes, so many things.
But above all of these
I enjoy all the flowers.
Freshly cut flowers.
As I walked around a corner of our local market
Purples and whites met my eyes.
We walked over all the while scanning the delightful arrangements.
When you can’t choose to take everything
The choice is hard.
But the bright, cheerful phlox caught my attention.
Many years ago we had a cottage in Camptown
where our family spent many a weekend.
Behind the cottage there were gardens.
Rows and rows of flowers.
I remember walking the paths and savoring the sweet smells.
Of all the flowers
the deep pink phlox remain in my memories.
when we left that place
my folks dug up some of the phlox.
Then when we moved south to Virginia
those same phlox flowers came with us.
Today they still bloom year after year bringing such happiness.
“I’ll take some purple and white phlox.
I told the kind lady from Wollam Gardens.
She carefully wrapped them up in orange tissue paper
including packets of Chrysal.
“Put a little of that in the water and you’ll have blooming phlox for days.”
So when we came home I got out a special deep blue vase,
added water and along with some Chrysal
and then placed in each phlox.
Beautiful, I thought, stepping back to look at them.
A shining moment.
In the midst of a hot summer season
these bright flowers add a touch of grace to the whole room.
Memories of yesterday
gifts of God’s grace
and pleasures for today.
How gracious of God
To weave our todays with golden threads from the past.
Always reminding us
Yes, constantly whispering His Forever Love in a language that we will recognize