A few days ago child #2 and I were cutting the lawn. We don’t have a functional riding mower, but rather must cut our one acre plot with a push mower. We make this more bearable by taking turns around the yard with every two passes.
While I was awaiting my turn, I rested under the white angel crabapple tree. This tree is a descendant of one that my father planted for my mother on an anniversary at the farm.
The blossoms were about spent and a gentle breeze sent them skittering to the grass. I was in the middle of a flower shower! I couldn’t help but compare it to a snow shower. Much more warm and fragrant, though both are white and breathtakingly beautiful.
If only I could bottle the beauty of the warm Spring shower for a bitterly cold day in January!
So I tucked this precious time in my memory for a day when my heart needs a lift. I pray that you will savor these times that bring your heart joy. Hold them dear when you are low and they will gladden your heart!