I went out and was working outside some this morning. Really and truly the best place for me to be, in the sunshine, and getting all dirty. My Mom came to my home a few days just before she died. While she was here she helped me fill the bird feeder in my front tree. (the picture above) Do you see how in this picture there are some leaves that almost look fall-like? They are to the left of the feeder...she touched those leaves...that's where we were going to hang the feeder. Isn't it a bit odd that in July I have leaves changing on my tree? I know that you might think it's "hokey" or "whatever...that stuff isn't real..." maybe it is coincidence....but, I'll take it. Those beautiful red leaves are my reminder of her right now. When we filled up the bird feeder.
Moving on...see my little red wagon. Remember months ago I told you my red wagon just didn't produce a thing!?!?! I was so discouraged. While my Mom was here I told her that this stinkin' wagon was a stupid idea and that nothing was blooming...I went around today to water, and I stumbled upon this...a beautiful bloom. My red wagon isn't so stupid...it produced something. My Mom kept telling me that day to stop standing over it, to just let it bloom when it's ready. I guess now, it was ready. Coincidence....perhaps...but, a much needed coincidence. Thank you God for these little things...I know that they probably mean nothing....but, to me, and to my heart, they do mean something.
Moving on...see my little red wagon. Remember months ago I told you my red wagon just didn't produce a thing!?!?! I was so discouraged. While my Mom was here I told her that this stinkin' wagon was a stupid idea and that nothing was blooming...I went around today to water, and I stumbled upon this...a beautiful bloom. My red wagon isn't so stupid...it produced something. My Mom kept telling me that day to stop standing over it, to just let it bloom when it's ready. I guess now, it was ready. Coincidence....perhaps...but, a much needed coincidence. Thank you God for these little things...I know that they probably mean nothing....but, to me, and to my heart, they do mean something.