A Short Note On ' Flower '

“You’ll make a lovely bouquet for my kitchen,” she whispered to the fragrant blossoms. Standing straight, she made her way to her home, looking over her shoulder at the dirt road passing along the side of it. It had been busy in the recent months, but today, it remained empty, stretching out into the horizon and into the small village below.

"Good morning guys, I've brought some new flowers to brighten up your morning," said Christopher. The Gregory family had hired a new gardener and landscaper to refurbish their backyard. Christopher was pretty passionate about flowers and botany, as well as Morgan. The 2 of them both seemed to talk a lot about nature, much to Duke's

For the event I work jeans, polo shirt and tennis shoes. Additionally, I wore my hair up with simple hoop earrings, and light makeup. There were several reasons I chose this outfit.

Proserpina began crying as she dropped the seeds and returned her mother’s embrace. “Mother, how did you find

"I just finished planting some petunias and daises in the front bed. Flowers are for the posterior, and vegetables are for the anterior. Just in case I forgot, I thought you should know as well."

“Flowers everywhere…” Dad sang in a baritone voice. He and Mom were already on their third load of boxes. He nudged open the front door open with his foot and disappeared inside.

Maybe I should have worn my checked flannel shirt and blended in. Instead, I chose to wear black cargo pants and a plain black and gray knit sweater. A heavy duty insulated charcoal parka, black gloves, and woollen cap, kept the biting wind at bay. My black boots crunched on the loose gravel of the road as I stepped off the sidewalk and made my way to the diner I’d finally spotted at the end of the street.

“Seeds. And water. And a shovel.” She replied. “I’m on my way to the community garden.”

We sat there watching the employees run back and forth. Our grandparents own a small greenhouse business in the outskirts of Louisville. Alyssa’s dad, my uncle, ran the business with my grandparents. So being the beloved grandchildren, we were free to do whatever we pleased around the property. Just don’t harm the flowers, my grandfather always told us with a laugh, they only want to grow.

“Mhm, we’re almost out of potting soil. Can you go pick some up?” With pleading eyes she stared at him, and he grunted as he made his way to the cash register.

“Mhm, we’re almost out of potting soil. Can you go pick some up?” She looked over at him with pleading eyes, and he grunted as he made his way to the cash register.

It was the spring of 1980. My husband Ken and I had been in our first pastorate in the San Joaquin Valley of California, known as the nation’s “Garden Spot”, for almost a year. During the summer of ’79, several of our church members had generously shared with us the fruits of their labors in their gardens – and it seemed that everyone had a garden.

"But you have to be on your best behaviour because my cousin is staying the week at my house, okay?" I said, sternly, knowing what kind of things Travis gets up to at my house. He liked to play lots of pranks and just be generally annoying to my family but I knew that my parents loved him.

“Yes, mother. I filled the gray box with wintergreen Altoids ten minutes ago,” I croon

I arrived home and started my assigned task. I had three weeks to finish my english project and I wanted to get started as soon as possible. A gentle breeze picked up as I set up my materials on my back porch. I meticulously laid out the 5 pots, bag of fertile soil, flower seeds, and a shovel. Unsure of where to begin, I called for my dad who was working in the front of the house. Ever since we build our house in 2011, he has landscaped and built a garden every spring and summer. I used to help him pull weeds out of the garden and plant tomatoes in big huge painters buckets from Home Depot that I painted green. Even my little brother and mom would come out and work in the garden and around the yard. The sun would beat down on us, the birds sung songs, and my dog would be leashed up out back sunbathing in the sun while we worked.