A little love token from BubbaLou

BubbaLou loves to pick flowers. She can hardly walk by a flowering plant without picking one. Loving family members have been known to turn their flower pots around or place the flowering violet and the prized Christmas cactus out of her reach when they know she is coming. They have learned from experience what will happen if they don't. She can never be accused of not stopping to smell and pick the flowers.

The other day, she even wanted to get out of the car while we were stopped at a light to pick the pretty white and yellow wildflowers growing on the corner. She is always on the lookout for a pretty flower. She always wants to give it to someone after she picks it.

Today, she brought this beautiful bouquet to me. She was telling me all she had to do to pick these flowers. She had tried a new approach, because you see, these flowers were growing in the tops of our chinaberry trees. She picked these flowers with a golf club. That's right, a golf club. Maybe picked is the wrong word. She knocked these flowers down by throwing her golf club up into the tree and knocking them to the ground! Then she picked them up.

Pretty, pretty, pretty!

Luke 12:27

Look how the wild flowers grow: they don't work or make clothes for themselves. But I tell you that not even King Solomon with all his wealth had clothes as beautiful as one of these flowers.