BLOOM WHERE YOU ARE PLANTED

After my parents died seven years ago within a few months of each other in North Carolina, I transplanted some of their flowers to our home in Georgia.  Earlier this spring the forsythia bloomed brilliantly.

Yesterday I noticed the lily of the valley has sprouted back out of the ground. Today the first bud of the iris opened.



With the transplanted flowers it is like the beauty and life of my parents continue on as a very tangible reminder to me.  "Bloom where you are planted."