I have a very special friend named Marge. I see her twice a week, at church-related events. She is 86 years old and one of the sweetest women I have ever met. Marge is opinionated, loves to tell stories, cares deeply about her friends, and, as I learned last week, enjoys spending time in her garden.
I currently live in a miniature studio apartment (no patio or garden or anything), and growing or keeping flowers is quite the challenge. I've had to be creative when I want flowers or living things. My poor excuse for a dining table isn't even used for dining, anymore. Flowers and crafts.
This week, she surprised me! She brought me flowers from her garden! She had remembered that I love having flowers in my apartment and brought me lilacs from her own garden.
Aren't they just beautiful?