MY MAILBOX PLANTERYesterday morning I stood squarely in front of our large picture frame window and peered out onto the ground that surrounds our beautiful La Chaumiere de Briarwood. I watched as an unexpected rain storm blanketed our tiny patch of land allowing the parched earth to drink in a few sips of refreshing, heaven-sent water.
The colorful Vinca growing in my mailbox planter have suffered greatly this year. Evidence of the scorching heat of yet another blazing hot, Oklahoma Summer. They were obviously welcoming the rain. The window box flowers, grown from the tiniest of Begonia plants, are finally starting to bloom after thirsting from too long a drought.
The colorful Vinca growing in my mailbox planter have suffered greatly this year. Evidence of the scorching heat of yet another blazing hot, Oklahoma Summer. They were obviously welcoming the rain. The window box flowers, grown from the tiniest of Begonia plants, are finally starting to bloom after thirsting from too long a drought.
MY BEAUTIFUL BEGONIA'SWhen I was a little girl I did not like the rain. It interrupted my day, maligned my plans for outdoor play and carelessly washed away my sidewalk chalk. These were great concerns for a child such as I. For I was one who lived only to breathe in the sunny California sky and bask in the warmth of her endless rays.
Back then I had no use for the rain...
Back then I had no use for the rain...
MY RAIN SOAKED SIDEWALKBut, today I choose to embrace it!
LITTLE FLOWERS
by Danny Lee
by Danny Lee
"Little Flowers never worry
When the wind begins to blow
And they never, never cry
When the rain begins to fall
Tho it's wet and oh so cold
Soon the sun will shine again
Then they'll smile unto the world
For their beauty to behold
When the clouds begin to gather
And the storm begins to blow
Little Flowers don't complain
Though they're tossing to and fro
Oh, I guess they've learned the secret
They don't fret because they know
If it never, ever rained
Then they'd never, never grow...."
When the wind begins to blow
And they never, never cry
When the rain begins to fall
Tho it's wet and oh so cold
Soon the sun will shine again
Then they'll smile unto the world
For their beauty to behold
When the clouds begin to gather
And the storm begins to blow
Little Flowers don't complain
Though they're tossing to and fro
Oh, I guess they've learned the secret
They don't fret because they know
If it never, ever rained
Then they'd never, never grow...."
MY PRETTY BASKET FLOWERSBlessings to you as you seek to live out the truth even the little flowers of the earth know~ "If it never, ever rains, then we'll never, never grow!"~~Rebecca
