by Brenda Coats
A few weeks ago, a sweet lady from church sent me some beautiful blue flowers that were put on display at the Easter service, which I was unable to attend due to illness. Unfortunately, my thumb doesn’t even come close to being green. So my first response was to wonder what I could do to keep from killing them. My daughter delivered them to me, and she, being like her mother, had nearly killed them in the two days they were under her care.
“This morning, they were so droopy I thought they had died. But a little water works wonders, Mom. See?... read more here