Running errands at home on Saturday, I made my usual stop at my friend’s barber shop.  The flowers by her sign were going wild and I couldn’t help but take a picture.

I’m not as much of a flower girl as I used to be; I couldn’t remember the name of this flower.  Cornflower?  Carnation?

Entering the barber shop, the conversation went something like this:

Julie-Ann:        Faye, what are those flowers around your sign?

Faye:                 They’re a gift from God.

Enough said.

It’s Sunday; enjoy your gifts today.  And rest.