Monday, May 25, 2020

The Lavender in Bloom


It’s just a tiny thing and doesn’t mean much but when the purple heads stand proud and royal, I think of you and how your garden was your crowning glory.  The afternoons you toiled and coaxed those blooms and bells live on and bring such grace to this sacred space.  I’m thankful now for such loving hands and soulful sacrifice.   The fruit of your labor lives on and on.

One day I will join you but for now I tend your garden and add to it the rich colors and wildflowers reminiscent of that verdant valley you called home.  Many walk by but few ever spy with my knowing eye how fine and fragrant this place is.  It’s love and care that tarries there and makes your garden grow.

Yvonne A.
May 25, 2020
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