Some call them weeds but I call them flowers. As I was walking today (getting back in the groove from my vacation), I observed the lovely grass heads and Queen Anne's Lace and thought what a beautiful bouquet they would be. So, I headed for my backyard and picked a few lovelies and put them in an old prune juice bottle I bought at a flea market. Bet you can't tell the lip is cracked. You know, we only have so much time on this earth so we have to make the most of it even if we have to make do with weeds. grass and broken bottles.Isaiah 40:8--"The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God stands forever."
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