Pretty Little Flowers

Ya'll, I love my flowers. 

This morning I made my normal trek outside to check on my chickens, pigs, puppy dog (not really a puppy lol, but he's cute like a puppy), and of course, my flower garden. As I gazed upon the little faces of bright joy, a smile came upon me. 

This year I wanted to plant ALL THE FLOWERS, which in actuality I didn't do, but I did gather quite a large amount of seeds that I planned to plant. Which is exactly what I did. I planted, watered and waited. 

As my flowers began to pop up, it doesn't mater if I've planted this type before, I always become giddy with excitement. So when my flowers started to bloom, you can imagine how enraptured I was! 

I've often wondered why flowers are such a happy place for me. Part of it is I think in my blood. Both sets of my grandparents were fantastic gardeners, and then of course my mom and dad grew lots of things when I was a child. So, I guess you could say that growing things is part of who I am. And I love that. Maybe it's the memories I associate with gardening, or maybe it's just the deep peace it brings my soul whenever I look upon a crimson rose. Whatever it is, I truly love it. I love to take a blank canvas and turn into a landscape - just not with paint, but with wild things. 



So dear friends, do you enjoy gardening? If not, is there something else that brings you peace?

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