This arrangement represents a hundred people, maybe more.
The poppies came from Lee. She bought the seed from someone who distributes it, and before that someone saved the seed, packaged it, marketed it, and carried it along in the mail. The begonias came from a greenhouse in Pennsylvania. My momma grew the astilbe, but before she had it, someone saved seed, planted and loved it until the plant made it to the greenhouse where she bought it! The campanula came from Mary Ellen and the sweet peas were a roadside surprise in Virginia. Robert sold me the roses, and the hidden hydrangea was grown by Foxie. I could go on, but I think you've caught my drift. There are a lot of people who worked to make this arrangement exist and there are even more who enjoyed it. And I pray, with every arrangement I make, that all these people will know Jesus, the one who created each special flower and every precious fiber of the human heart. How He loves us! All of us.
Well, goodnight friends! Russell the neighborhood rooster has ceased his calls, and that means it's time for rest until he harks at dawn's first glow.
