Knee Deep in Zinnias

Knee Deep in Zinnias

As I gaze at Grandma standing knee deep in the Zinnias, I want to be there- drinking in the moment- stopping the raging current of time, enjoying the colors, the scents, Grandma’s touch, Grandma’s cheer.
Thank you God for Grandma’s love of flowers and for passing that love on to me.
Thank you for her cheerful heart and always smile.
Thank you Lord, thank you!

To be a Marigold

To be a Marigold

Last, weekend, I was doing some autumn cleanup in my gardens
The Zinnias were faded and dying, so out they came
The Iris- long gone
Then I came to my patch of Marigolds
A blaze of yellow, blooming like crazy
They bloom in the scorching heat, they bloom in the Autumn chill.
Gorgeous blazing yellow blossoms, in the sun, and in the rain.
I decided, that if I were a flower, I would want to be a Marigold.
Blooming no matter what.