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I know this isn’t an original thought, and I know someone else wrote about this just recently, because I saw it.  Every time I go out to walk the dog, or get in the car, I’m reminded.  Every time, I see it.  I feel it.

We all have needs, and yes, God provided for all our needs.  Food in abundance, ways to make shelters, others with which we can share our blessings, a variety of weather types to teach us to care for ourselves.

But God didn’t stop there.  All the plants He made could have reproduced without the glory of a flower, but He gave us a very special something!  Beauty!  He gave us a special blessing!  It cannot be called anything but a blessing!  A flower is a show, a gift only for our eyes, a glorious manifestation of God’s love for us.  There’s no other possible reason for them!  They are God’s gift for us every day!  And a constant reminder of blossoming of new life each spring.  Some glow with beauty all summer long, and some start again and bloom only in the fall seasons.

What a gift!  What a God we have!  If there’s any doubt in your heart of His love for us, understand flowers are for all of us!  The sinners and guilty, too, get this wonderful show, this manifestation of His love.

I’m not saying midnight, I’m saying mid night, because it’s way past midnight.  But I can’t sleep.  And I’m not plagued by nightmares or scary things at all.  I can’t sleep because I have memories that are just too precious and wonderful not to mention.

My first was such a wonderful thing, and would sit wherever I put her, not wiggle around, not fall over, just sit and look around her, with wonder and delight in her tiny face!  If close to something, like a vase with flowers, she would reach out her tiny hand and touch it, so gently, as though to sense it’s beauty and her expression was as though she absorbed it.

I almost lost her once.  Colic drops caused her to choke.  Ignorant and unknowing mother that I was, either instinct or God took over in that instance, and I grabbed her by the feet, and held her upside down, patting strongly on her back.  I’d say it was God telling this dumb inexperienced mom what to do, because those drops came shooting out, and she screamed.

I cried.  I have no idea why God was with me that day, because I hadn’t given Him a thought in years, and yet I know now, He was there for us both that day.  Words cannot begin to express how something like that can make you feel.  There’s no way to describe many of the events of simple motherhood that I’ve experienced.

Sometimes, the memories I have of them beginning to walk, run, read, sing, put their arms around my neck and call me “Mom” are so overwhelming, I realize that that is what makes me happy, and that is why I still love this old guy who provided for us throughout it all, who must have been sent by God.  How else could it have happened?  There really is a loving God for whom I am so very grateful everyday for the love and experiences I’ve had.

And grandma, now that’s too sweet to even begin to describe.

These little devils are so enormously entertaining, if you take the time to watch them.  Almost as entertaining as children!  They are masters at acrobatics, and can get into any bird feeder!  When you think you have them stationed far enough away they cannot leap to them, the somehow manage to climb a slick metal pole to get to the arch and traverse across it to the feeder, and sometimes even open it from the top!  Last summer I even had to go rescue one who got caught inside a tubular birdfeeder, and couldn’t get the top to go up, so he could again back out.  I lifted the top for him, and he was out in a shot and gone in the blink of an eye.

This year, so far, they’ve managed to defeat every plan we put into effect to protect the birdfeed and hang most precariously from the feeders, often dropping from good height!

But the Camelias….now why would a squirrel rip a Camelia from the bush and tear it up, leaving a trail of rosy flower petals all over the side yard?  At first, I had no clue who or what was doing that.  But yesterday, as Clover and I returned from our walk, there was a pesky squirrel with a Camelia in his mouth!  He fled, of course, as fast as he could go to the woods!  Who knew?  I had no idea squirrels would take my flowers!

You learn something new every day!

Already, the crocuses have come and gone, and forsythia is blooming up and down the road, although mine is just not doing anything!  The foxes get fed right under the unhealthy forsythia, and they think they can hide in them.  Perhaps, but sometimes I can see them quite well.

I’ve begun to give them the soft food Ash leaves in her dish as well as a scoop of dry food each day, and it’s always gone in the morning, even though I don’t see them come and eat it.  The birds have discovered the cat food, and especially large crows, swoop down and enjoy a morning feast often.

The squirrels are always attacking the bird feeders, and once, one got inside the tube upside down, and couldn’t get out!  The top had dropped on him.  I had to pick up the top, and let him wiggle out and leap to safety.  He scampered off quickly, but I’m sure he gets fed regularly from these bird feeders.  Clever and funny little guys, these squirrels!  They are so cute.