I will send you rain in its season, and the ground will yield its crops and the trees of the field their fruit.
Dear Lord,
Dear Lord, Thank you for sending down your sweet rain to water the beautiful trees that surround me. The crabapple trees are splendidly clothed in white blossoms. The oldest tree, given to me on Mother's Day 20 years ago, adorns my picture window all year.
Her sister tree, given two years later, is almost as big now.
We have five apple trees, abundantly producing fruit that lasts for months.
In every season, I am in awe and filled with gratitude for the beauty, the strength and the gifts of these trees.
~a grateful heart ~
enjoy the blossoms more by clicking on the photos
Her sister tree, given two years later, is almost as big now.
We have five apple trees, abundantly producing fruit that lasts for months.
In every season, I am in awe and filled with gratitude for the beauty, the strength and the gifts of these trees.
~a grateful heart ~
enjoy the blossoms more by clicking on the photos
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