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