Good Morning, Glory!

Ever since I can remember, this is how Grandma has greeted me in the morning. She says that her grandfather said the same to her when she was young. Some days though, I say, "Good morning, Grandma!" for her to grumble back, "What's so good about it?" Truthfully, I feel the same way at times, I just don't express it that way. At least she's honest!


The weather has been beautiful here. The temperature has been in the high 70's during the afternoons, and then dips to the 40's at night. Perfect, in my opinion!


My friend Jennifer called me yesterday afternoon to let me know that Lowe's had marked some of their flowers down. The children and I made a trip to town to check out the sale. We came home with a small variety to add to our garden. Each child likes something different; I always give in to their requests. Mac likes yellow snapdragons. Ever since he was a wee boy, he called them "scrambled egg flowers". Autumn loves zinnias, and we buy packages of seeds for her to plant. Collin adores petunias. He just loves the way that they "suck up your nose" when you smell them. Abigail likes pansies. I tried to tell her that they might fade quickly in the heat, but that we would try to find a shaded spot for them.


When we arrived home last evening, everyone was anxious to get planting. Collin worked on the petunias, arranging them in arced, colored rows like a rainbow. The girls planted geraniums. This morning Collin, Abigail, and I weeded our biggest flower bed, and planted. It was a good morning, Glory!

The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever. Isaiah 40:8