Flowers in December

My neighbor approached me the other morning with a request to snap some photos of her flowers. This little old lady is so sweet and she spends the majority of her time doting over her flowers, planting, pruning, watering, maybe even talking to. Her garden, she tells me is her life, and I truely believe she lives for nothing more than to see a seed planted, grow and bloom. And in the end we both pleasure in her work, she loves for me to enjoy them, and I don't mind taking pictures of them.

God is amazing, isn't he.