Okay, first I have to say that wild flowers are NOT weeds. You may not want them in your cultivated lawn of green grass but they are flowers. I love wild flowers. I figure God made all the flowers and some are just pure, others got worked over by man.
At any rate, I wasn’t feeling well last week–it was my turn, we like to share everything in this house, evidently–and Michael took great care of me. One day he came home from work and had a bunch of Indian Paint Brush wild flowers with him. He came in and put them in a vase with some sugar and vinegar to make them last, and put them on the shelf above my table beside my chair.
He’d told Sean that the reason wild flowers grow by the side of the road is so that a man has no excuse not to bring his wife flowers. Since I wasn’t feeling well, I didn’t get a good picture of them but they made me happy.
So men, keep some scissors or clippers in your vehicle and bring your sweetie some flowers on a regular basis.
Until next time,