A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows. ~Doug Larson
I grow old...I grow old
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers and walk upon the beach.
The answer to my mystery fields of pink is our local peach orchard in bloom. There won't be peaches yet, because the blooms come long before the peaches. The blooms only last a few days as well, so I am so glad I got to see all this beauty. For once, I think I'd rather see than eat!!
“‘I’ll make a covenant of peace with them. ..I’ll send down plenty of rain in season—showers of blessing! The trees in the orchards will bear fruit, the ground will produce, they’ll feel content and safe on their land, and they’ll realize that I am God when I break them out of their slavery and rescue them from their slave masters.”Ezekiel 34