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| First flowers of the garden. |
I live in a house of men. Well, one man and two men waiting to happen. I am constantly surprised when they express delight at fresh flowers in the house. I drag my fresh-cut blooms from every season through the back door. Pedals cover countertops, discarded greens litter the kitchen floor and I arrange and re-arrange blossoms into an organized mess of hopeful loveliness.
My husband smiles and thanks me often for the small touches that complete our nest. My little boys dance around me with "wows" and pleasure sighs escape rosebud lips as they marvel at the color creations of God's great glory. Garden glory.
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