For some reason, last year there were very few geraniums to be purchased at the local garden shops.  I wonder what happened to them.  As I walked into our local grocery store this week, there were an abundance of these showy flowers lining the outside area.

Each flower consists of tiny little blooms in a cluster, which is endowed with various colors.  There are red, white, pinks and now you can even purchase blue ones.  Maybe that’s why we couldn’t get them last year.  Maybe they were refining them and preparing them for a whole new crop.

Maybe that’s what this whole isolation thing is all about.  Maybe we’re being prepared for what lies ahead.  In our aloneness we’re being crafted into a whole new garden of ideas and thoughts – inventiveness and creativity – becoming innovative and entrepreneurial.  We are going to be totally different – maybe.

Will the thoughts that once divided us heal and become joined once more?  Will we find joy in the simple things in life?  Will we find ways to communicate without hatred or anger?  Will we learn anything from this?

My prayer is that we do grow and thrive.  That we can replenish what was dying.  That we accept what we can’t change.  That we begin to trust again.  No matter what our political preference, our color or religious belief, we will be able to look beyond our differences and learn to work together again.

In the meantime, I will plant my geraniums.  I won’t wait for the world to end, because I have no control over any of it.  Life goes on.


As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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  1. Kathy, your discussion is filled a spirit of hope. As these geraniums grow and bloom, may each flower symbolize a sign of hope. God’s peace!

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