Stole My Heart
I love most flowers. There's not too many I can name off the top of my head that I positively dislike. Favorites always stay the same; some fade out while others get a new look from my eyes.
This year, what took my heart?
The common petunia. Granted, it must have been a creeping kind, cause it stayed close to the dirt and spread beautifully. Lovely blossoms. I fell in love.
Now I've always loved geraniums. I know they're common and lots of people don't like them. But I do. I've tried to grow them the last two years and they refuse. It could be they don't like the soil where I've got them, or maybe there's another reason. But grow they won't.
And my coral-colored impatiens--sigh. Last year the two spots where I planted bunches of them did wonderful! This year, they wilted and pouted all summer--under the tree where I have the one bunch. The other ones did fine. Errgh!
What am I getting at? Am I thriving where I'm planted? Am I making the most of my talents and gifts? Am I watering them appropriately? Or am I straining at growing in the wrong areas?
We'll see . . .
More next week . . . Oh, yes, leaving Tuesday for ACFW writing conference. Wish me well, and if you want, say a prayer! Thanks!
The beautiful part of writing is that you don't have to get it right the first time, unlike, say, a brain surgeon. --Robert Cormier