The Incredible Sweetness of Being, Part Seven
After I nearly missed the plum flowers, I made wisteria my priority. Our neighbor, down at the corner of the main road, grows wisteria along the fence line protecting the orchards from the deer, and whatever else threatens orchards. It is abloom now, the wisteria, which grows only to sashay along a fence line.
I park my truck, grab my camera, and step down onto gravel. The ridiculous luxury of springtime teases my nostrils. I sidle in closer to these hussies, flaunting their depraved color and tempting scent, and I inhale, inviegled by their shameless display.
Beyond these wanton blooms stands the orchard. Stately trees in trustworthy lines devote their efforts to fruit. They flower, yes, but not now. And their blossoms are restrained, dedicated to a purpose. The flagrant wisteria tangle along its borders.
26c]’>air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they? 27 And who of you by being E)’>add a single e]’>life? 28 And why are you G)’>Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these. 30 But if God so clothes the I)’>You of little faith! 31 Do not K)’>your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. 33 But g]’>His kingdom and His righteousness, and h]’>added to you.Matthew 6:26-33 (NASB)
Sharing today with L.L. Barkat at Seedlings in Stone for On, In, and Around Mondays (up is a place, right?)
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