Thankful For Weeds

The life of mortals is like grass,
    they flourish like a flower of the field.

Psalm 103:14-15

Five of my youngest grandchildren got to play outside on the warm day a weekend ago before the bad weather hit.  It was a gorgeous late winter day.  They excitedly rushed in to hand me their gifts...purple weeds.  I was thrilled and found little bottles to hold their treasures and placed them next to my winter decoration...a melting snowman I made a few years ago.  I will have to admit that I'll be glad to put him away this week and replace him with something Springy.

The melt is on!

Photo from personal files.