
We have some neighbors a street over and a bit west who plant flowers in a small bit of ground along a cut through between their house and the next. The past several years they have planted dahlias and some coreopsis (which is also called tick seed as if that isn’t a creepy thought). We always enjoy stopping to look at the different colors and other variations.
Occasionally, they put a small kindergarten size chair in amongst the flowers. I’ve never seen anyone actually sit on it but it is fun to imagine, especially, a small child sitting amongst the flowers laughing at almost but not quite being hidden in a secret place. A place of beauty to watch the world go by.
Such are the joys our Father causes to exist if we but watch and listen.