It's Sunday. . .
As is my habit most Sundays, I walked around the farm this morning, appreciating the home we have here, admiring the flowers and all the living things, gathering the blessings for my memories. . .
And, in doing so, I was reminded of a childhood saying I had whenever Grandmother's tiger lilies bloomed for the first time. I'd run into her house, shouting, "Grandmother! There's tigers in your garden!" Then I'd laugh like only a child up to mischief can.
Grandmother always smiled at me and said, "Let's go see. . ."
Together we'd admire and count the many tigers. She'd let me pick one or two for my playhouse and then send me on my way with a grin on my face.
I'm sure each one of you have memories such as this--memories of grandparents or aunts or uncles--memories of your extended family--whether it involves flowers or not.
So, take a few moments to think about those today--and remember the joys of childhood--and the love you shared with your family.