Yesterday the Senior Pastor at the church where I work took us to Windmill Gardens, a nursery in nearby Sumner, as appreciation for those of us who comprise the church's support staff. We got to roam, savor, pick out a container, and fill it with plants that we would continue to enjoy.
I wanted to give my container a fighting chance, so I called my sister (the one in the family with the greenest thumb) and asked what I should put in my pot. She advised me based on the sun, shade, and all of the other things that you apparently are supposed to consider. I managed to chose plants and get them into them transferred to their new home, but they were fearful. Rumors has been circulating among the foliage about my not-so-green thumb.
Thankfully, as I ran out the door in the morning I'd remembered to grab my camera. Instead of planning a flower bed or hanging basket like most of the people around me, I went from one color to another, trying to decide what to focus on next. Getting up close to the flowers, delighting in their details, and being amazed by the One who took the time to fashion each bloom - Wow! That was worship!
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