Love Offerings

I overheard a man and woman talking at the grocery store the other day. The man said, "My wife got mad at me the last time I gave her flowers. She said it was a total waste of money. She told me that they just droop and die."
The woman agreed and checked the price of bouquets proudly beautifying the corner where they were displayed. The woman must have been feeling practical and economical, I'd imagine, for her to readily agree with this misguided husband.
I felt sad for their respective mates.

God gave us the flowers of the field and set our world aglow with their wild patterns, lovely fragrances, and striking beauty. Flowers do more than color our world and our lives, though. They dance and smile and remain for their season,offering us an opportunity to give another a special message.
Just as spoken words of affection disappear on a song, the sentiment they conveyed, the memory of those lovely words linger, not just for today, but perhaps for always. A gift of flowers does the same.

The blush of first love fades, but oh, how delightful is its memory. On dull days, when the sun's rays are hidden, remembrances of fond embraces, the exchange of trinkets, notes, even sweet, sweet kisses given and received transport us to joyful delights.

The day that a man thinks he no longer needs to send a card, offer a rose, or sneak in a chocolate surprise is a sad day, indeed.

Love blooms where it is planted and when tended with a special touch, its essence can last a lifetime.