Each spring brings a new blossom of wildflowers in the ditches along
the highway I travel daily to work.
There is one particular blue flower that has always caught my eye.
I've noticed that it blooms only in the morning hours, the afternoon sun is
too warm for it. Every day for approximately two weeks, I see those
This spring, I started a wildflower garden in our yard. I can look
out of the kitchen window while doing the dishes and see the flowers. I've
often thought that those lovely blue flowers from the ditch would look
great in that bed alongside other wildflowers. Everyday I drove past the
flowers thinking, "I'll stop on my way home and dig them." Gee, I don't
want to get my good clothes dirty..." Whatever the reason, I never stopped
to dig them. My husband even gave me a folding shovel one year for my
trunk to be used for that expressed purpose.
One day on my way home from work, I was saddened to see that the
highway department had mowed the ditches and the pretty blue flowers were
gone. I thought to myself, "Way to go, you waited too long. You should
have done it when you first saw them blooming this spring."
A week ago we were shocked and saddened to learn that my oldest
sister-in-law has a terminal brain tumor. She is 20 years older than my
husband and unfortunately, because of age and distance, we haven't been as
close as we all would have liked. I couldn't help but see the connection
between the pretty blue flowers and the relationship between my husband's
sister and us. I do believe that God has given us some time left to plant
some wonderful memories that will bloom every year for us.
And yes, if I see the blue flowers again, you can bet I'll stop and
transplant them to my wildflower garden.