Mamma loves flow'rs. She loves spring! That's when she takes the flow'rs out that's been in tha' basement all wint'r 'n puts 'em outside. There are flowr's on the front porch, back porch, down the steps, 'n all along tha' top of tha' wall goin' down tha' driveway.
We found out how seri's she was 'bout her flow'rs when Cous'n Ernie mow'd our yard. A bee buzz'd 'round his head. Cous'n Ernie was shak'n his head try'n ta' get rid of it. He wasn't look'n 'n mow'd down Mamma's row of Iris's. Mamma ran out 'n start'd flapp'n a towel 'round Cous'n Ernie's head. He thought she was try'n to get tha' bee. When she show'd him what he'd done, he ran off. It was a week 'fore we saw him agi'n.
Mamma has tha' green'st thumb of anyone I know. She just has that knack. Aunt Elsie Huckleberry ask'd her what her secret was. She said, "Ya gotta' love diggin' your hands in tha' dirt to plant tha' seed, then ya' gotta' keep a check on it ta' make sure it gets the right amou't a' water, food, 'n sunsh'n. It gives me such pleasr' watch'n it grow! Ya' gotta' have the right tools 'n knowl'eg so ya' know what ta' do." My thumb is not as green as Mamma's. My flowr's seem ta' die no matter what I do. I can take 'em to Mamma 'n like magic, they come back ta' life agi'n.
We found out how seri's she was 'bout her flow'rs when Cous'n Ernie mow'd our yard. A bee buzz'd 'round his head. Cous'n Ernie was shak'n his head try'n ta' get rid of it. He wasn't look'n 'n mow'd down Mamma's row of Iris's. Mamma ran out 'n start'd flapp'n a towel 'round Cous'n Ernie's head. He thought she was try'n to get tha' bee. When she show'd him what he'd done, he ran off. It was a week 'fore we saw him agi'n.Mamma has tha' green'st thumb of anyone I know. She just has that knack. Aunt Elsie Huckleberry ask'd her what her secret was. She said, "Ya gotta' love diggin' your hands in tha' dirt to plant tha' seed, then ya' gotta' keep a check on it ta' make sure it gets the right amou't a' water, food, 'n sunsh'n. It gives me such pleasr' watch'n it grow! Ya' gotta' have the right tools 'n knowl'eg so ya' know what ta' do." My thumb is not as green as Mamma's. My flowr's seem ta' die no matter what I do. I can take 'em to Mamma 'n like magic, they come back ta' life agi'n.
Spring rep'rasents new life, new growth. As Christians, we need to plant our roots in God. He will give us nourish'm 'n knowl'eg ta' grow 'n our faith.
He shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that brings forth its fruit in its season, whose leaf also shall not wither; and whatever he does shall prosper. Psalm 1:3
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