Where I live in Montana, there is a culture of gardening. Everyone – everyone – in the historic district of town has flower gardens. There is beauty everywhere – blossoms of all shapes and colors, some with wonderful scents. These particular flowers – pink Veronica Spicata according to Google – caught my eye during my lunch break. They have an exotic beauty to them, and the tree bark makes a most unique background.
“The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever.”-