The Flower Man

When I agreed to marry Charles Flowers some thirty years ago, he told me he'd keep me in 'flowers' throughout our relationship! (And it didn't cost him a penny--since his name says it all.) Over the years we've been together, he has become the resident gardener, gatherer, and grand man of the manor. Our yard is now ready for Spring with beds of sweet Primroses, climbing Ice Roses, Princess plant blooms and assorted other beauties, thanks to my husband, the flower man. Today I look at my well-planted 'prayer garden,' and then look at Charles and thank him (and God) for the labor of his hands and heart.