Little Loo phoned yesterday, and while we talked, I wandered into the yard, which she knew, because I started talking about flowers (again). Eventually, I said, "The whole time I've been out here, I've been snipping dead blossoms."A wee voice on the other end of the line slowly asked, "Why are you sniffing dead ones?"
"S.n.i.P.P.i.n.g.," I answered.
But he that glorieth, let him glory in the Lord. For not he that commendeth himself is approved, but whom the Lord commendeth. II Corinthians 10:17, 18
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