Aren't these little flowers pretty? They are a vine, and the blooms are tiny, about the size of my thumb. In size and shape, they remind me a bit of bleeding hearts. They are growing in our back yard by the storage shed, and we've never seen them before. They are a mystery, because we don't know what they are, and have not been able to identify them. Phil thought they were grapevine blooms. But I looked that up, and it looks nothing like these little flowers. So now that you see our mystery, do you know what it is? My money is on Judy and Monica. In exchange for trying to solve my mystery, I'll tell you another one, the mystery of a lifetime.
"Listen, I tell you a mystery: we will not all sleep, but we will all be changed-in a flash , in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we wiil be changed...Death has been swallowed up in victory." 1Cor. 15