Growing flowers is an act of devotion, I never thought of it that way, but it is so true. Flowers feed my soul, I find myself looking at them, talking to them, kneeling as I smooth the soil around them that I have just pulled the weeds from. And then there are the flowers that require no care, the honeysuckles that climb the pergola and envelope me in there sweet aroma. Such a beautiful piece Martell, you helped me smell the roses today!
Growing flowers is an act of devotion, I never thought of it that way, but it is so true. Flowers feed my soul, I find myself looking at them, talking to them, kneeling as I smooth the soil around them that I have just pulled the weeds from. And then there are the flowers that require no care, the honeysuckles that climb the pergola and envelope me in there sweet aroma. Such a beautiful piece Martell, you helped me smell the roses today!
So glad you are here Francine!! Looking forward to our next writing club. Enjoy the flowers :)