"The grass withers and the flowers fall but the word of our God stands forever."Isaiah 40:8
I found this tiny patch of clover this morning. The thermometer read 33 degrees and frost had blanketed the rooftops but amazingly there was no frost on these little blossoms. When I was a little girl these were my favorite flowers. I spent hours making flower chains. I guess that little girl still lingers within my heart because my fingers were itching to make a clover chain. However, reason took over and I knitted instead!
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