Flower People

After eating half the house today, I wanted a walk. BBQ chicken, stuffed peppers, potato salad, corn on the cob, and Heather's brownies with ice-cream. Groan. I needed to walk. Along the way, I was impressed again by the amazing beauty that surrounds me in these Pennsylvania hills.

Weeds Wildflowers of a wide variety nodded their heads in greeting and I was reminded of how they are like people.

 Some are pretty but at the same time they are saying, " Touch-me-not!"

 Some are soft looking and gentle on the outside with a spirit to match on the inside. 

Some have incredible amounts of hospitality, always providing food and shelter.

Some are beautiful, but can cause discomfort.

(You know, like an allergy.)

Others may seem high and mighty, like Queen Anne's Lace, 

but really are easy to get to know. 

See how the clover loves her. 

Then there are those that just come out of nowhere,

bringing a spark of joy when least expected. 

Sometimes even in the hardest of hearts, or the ones that feel drained of life, 

there is still a glimmer of beauty. 

And then there are the purple flowers that always find a way to shine, 

even when backed up against hard circumstances.

(You know, like a barbed wire fence.)

Others are a mystery.

No idea where they came from or their purpose.

They make you want to get acquainted. 

"Hello Beautiful!"

Some are extroverted.

Some are introverted. 

Some are useful, producing fruit to feed the hungry. 

But, despite all their differences, their colors, their purpose, they are all lovely. 

Handcrafted by God for our enjoyment. 

Yes, even the weedy ones. 

Love,

Dianne