My four-year-old grandson burst through the front door the other day with a big smile on his face and a handful of flowers from the field in front of my house. I’ve gotten some beautiful flowers over the years, but none of them can compare to the ones handpicked for me by my children and my grandchildren.
I had a conversation with my granddaughter recently. She’s off at college and has developed an interest in growing things. She was all excited about new leaves on one of her plants. We talked about things blooming in the spring and about how seeing them brings a lift to our spirits. Another one of God’s gifts we get to enjoy. And it doesn’t cost a thing.
The Crabapple tree in my front yard gets prettier every year. I’m thinking it’s over ten years old. My daughter planted it. They are believed to have originated in the mountains of Kazakhstan. Though it’s not clear how they arrived here, at least three crabapple species are native to North America: Malus coronaria, M. fusca, and M. ioensis.
My daughter also planted the Spirea Bush. It is a genus of about 80 to 100 species of shrubs in the family Rosacae. They are native to the temperate northern hemisphere with the greatest diversity in eastern Asia. I have planted three more around the side and the back of the house. The soil here is perfect for growing things.