Two weekends ago, none of this was true … or at least it was not as noticeable. The only thing that I saw was snow rot (also called snow mold) on my lawn. I spent a good part of a Saturday raking the discolored areas, breaking up what is a fungus so the nascent grass could survive. It was not a thrilling activity.
The next day, after church, I parked my car in front of my house. Walking up to the front door, I spotted them, across from the ravaged lawn — two lovely white flowers resting low to the ground on large shiny leaves.
I don’t know what they are. I don’t know if I planted them or if the wind or birds or angels placed them my yard just to cheer me up.
They’re still there. They have a little competition now but the first will always hold a special place in your heart. Thank you.
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