Last week, I had the joy of taking my daughter to the Arboretum in Dallas. If you have never been to the Arboretum during springtime, I highly recommend it.

The tulips were as high as my thighs and the colors reminded me that there is a God in heaven. I saw species of flowers I didn’t even know existed, more-less how to pronounce.

My boys were there too, however between their allergies and their lack of appreciation for these budding wonders, they look fairly disgusted in the photos…but not my Gracie. Is that because we are both female or because she hams it up in front of every camera? Who knows?

One thing is certain…I LOVE flowers. They make me smile. It is part of the reason that spring is my favorite season. Flowers are blooming, everything is coming to life, the sun is beaming but not yet scorching. Spring just rocks. If I were wealthy, I would have fresh flowers all over my house. The way they smell…divine. Alas, my Dave Ramsey of a husband thinks flowers are stupid. Granted, he is uber practical and flowers are like the least practical purchase ever. They live at best for a week. And, in his defense, I know several women that feel the same way.  How boring!

I suppose that given the choice between something lovely that endures, such as diamonds, and flowers, I too would chose the former. But since diamonds are always outside of the practical budget, flowers give me a temporary and inexpensive joy. I don’t have to have the $50 rose arrangement…give me gerber daisies from Wal-Mart and let me arrange them on our dinner table…heaven.

And, since I believe we were all created in God’s image…He too must delight in them. After all, He made them so delicious! So be a dear and take your wife, daughter, or new neighbors a blooming plant this week!

Cathy