It might seem silly, but how can you explain one little apple blossom in full bloom between the slats of the grayed cedar fence when all the rest of the blossoms remained only partially visible and happy to share their beauty to the world beyond. I needed that blossom that day, when my son was at war and my spirit was as gray as the fence boards. I am learning to tune my eye and ear and heart to recognize God's gifts of joy, life and beauty. Has there been an apple blossom dropped into your life?
Haiku on receiving flowers from God:
Pale, pink and fragile
peeking through the cedar fence....
apple blossom bud
