I do not have a green thumb. I kill things. In fact, it amazes me every day that I have been able to keep my son alive all this time.
Last Easter, my darling husband gave me a beautiful potted calla lily. The very sight of it filled me with joy.....and dread because I knew its end was near.
My husband planted in our flower garden for me and we hoped for the best. While it did remain leafy and green, I just knew it wouldn't make it.
Imagine my surprise yesterday when I walked out the front door and saw that all the rains we have been having brought out this beautiful white bloom!
My faith in myself is being restored and I taking this as a sign of good things to come. New life, new hope, and new joy.