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Grateful for a Flower-Filled May Day

Foxgloves don't grow well in my area so every spring I buy one in a pot and set it out for a few weeks of spring-time glory.

A Queen Elizabeth rose bush giving birth to twins.

Abraham Darby glowing in the sun.

This White Iceberg bush has taken off since I cut down the potato vine that towered over it. There's a lesson in that somewhere.

The Mary Rose, a David Austin rose bush named after a ship called The Mary Rose, a favorite of King Henry the 8th.

The arch is practically groaning with promise. I can hardly wait.

In the back, the first New Dawn climbing rose has burst its seams.

An Abraham Darby bud about to bloom.

Pretty much the best color combination ever.

Cecile Brunner climbing roses basking in the light. I had cut this plant away from the arch for lack of blooming and put a new climbing rose in its place. Now it is behaving beautifully. Surely there is a lesson in that, as well.

A clutch of roses to perfume the house. (And, yes, Kristina, it does smell lovely!)

Lemon blossoms are just about the sweetest thing to ever scent a breeze.

I am grateful to live in an area where spring comes early and where I can have a few patches of brown earth to partner with God in the growing of green things. Partnering with God to grow children is even better. Now that I spend long days away from home and my Big Guy, Middle Child and Little Guy, I treasure every opportunity I have to interact with them, serve them and breathe in the fragrance of their presence in my life.