Though care and trouble may be mine,

As down life's path I roam,

I'll heed them not while still I have

A world of love at home.

J.J. Reynolds, "A World of Love at Home,"

 in The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, October 1844

This embroidery transfer made me think of a dear friend of mine,

who, instead of letting grass grow in her yard,

she kept it all dirt.........and in all of the yard were flowers.

In the early spring through the summer,

there was always something blooming in and around the grounds of

her home.

She passed away several years ago. The other day I drove by 

her old house to see if there might be some lingering flowers.........

but no.  The house was still standing

but the yard was overgrown with weeds.

The flowers seemed to have left........

sensing she was no longer there for them to 

brighten her day.

I often think about trying to get rid of the grass in my 

yard .......to make it all flowers........just as my dear friend had done..........

But no matter how hard I try.......the ground will not 

cooperate.

Where I try to grow flowers..........grass grows,

where I try to grow grass.........wild flowers take over.

I think my friend must have spent hour after hour

with her hoe........getting rid of the grass

to make room for the flowers.

How about you?  Do you have a yard full of green soft grass?..........

or full of blossoming flowers?

I would love to hear!