I am thankful for flowers. There is such an abundance of varieties in creation. The Lord didn’t have to do that. He did it for His good pleasure and ours. I enjoy looking back at photos that I took of them when the world was warmer and greener.
The first time I remember seeing columbines in the wild was years ago when my husband and I were camping. The blossoms were blood red and canary yellow, and I was fascinated by the delicate flower-within-a-flower design. They were much smaller than those we grow in our yard.
A few years ago, my husband took it upon himself to give me bouquet after bouquet of flowers from our yard through the entire spring, summer, and fall, replacing them when they wilted. I never knew what he was going to come up with next. And though he hasn’t done that in quite that way since, he still will occasionally bring in a lovely arrangement cut fresh from the yard or brought home from a job (he is a landscaper). He recently brought me a bouquet of roses from several bushes he was cutting back for the winter. There were several that were in full bloom and gorgeous, so he put them in a vase instead of taking them to the dump.
That dear man is really very good at arranging flowers, which makes total sense—he comes from nursery stock. Well. His uncle used to own a nursery/green house.
Petals from the leaves of Scripture:
"Three cups shall be shaped like almond blossoms in the one branch, a bulb and a flower, and three cups shaped like almond blossoms in the other branch, a bulb and a flower—so for six branches going out from the lampstand; and in the lampstand four cups shaped like almond blossoms, its bulbs and its flowers” (Exodus 25:33–34).
“The grass withers and the flower fades, but the word of our God stands forever” (Isaiah 40:8).
"And why are you worried about clothing? Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin, yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these” (Matthew 6:27–28).