Today was heavy.
Flowers are definitely therapeutic. A reminder that there still is goodness and beauty in the world…
When my mom passed away suddenly one of the first things I wanted to do was to go to the farm, walk the rows of flowers, and cry. Sometimes you need a good cry.
When the world goes to heck in a hand basket (as my momma used to say) there are flowers, friends, and Gods faithfulness. Oh, and a hope that tomorrow may go a teensy bit better than today.