April showers bring May flowers. Did you ever wonder who wrote that? I dont think they were from So Cal. Flowers, the fruit of the vine, the fragrant beauty that stops us in our harried tracks and takes 
our breath away. There are so many flowers blooming right now. They dont wait for the rain in California. The closest we tend to come to rain is a prognostigated forecast that doesnt even result in dew! The Irish brogue in my head is slowly sinking into the language hemisphere of my brain, snuggled in until next March. However, I can't get Ireland out of my mind. When I yearn for a rainy day, which is often, I imagine the green hills of Erin and want to run through them like Julie Andrews, arms spread wide, song on my lips! If you listen you can hear the song of the flowers. It bursts forth in color and form. It buzzes and it sways. It does take ones breath away. "Consider the lilies of the field" Matthew 6:28.
our breath away. There are so many flowers blooming right now. They dont wait for the rain in California. The closest we tend to come to rain is a prognostigated forecast that doesnt even result in dew! The Irish brogue in my head is slowly sinking into the language hemisphere of my brain, snuggled in until next March. However, I can't get Ireland out of my mind. When I yearn for a rainy day, which is often, I imagine the green hills of Erin and want to run through them like Julie Andrews, arms spread wide, song on my lips! If you listen you can hear the song of the flowers. It bursts forth in color and form. It buzzes and it sways. It does take ones breath away. "Consider the lilies of the field" Matthew 6:28. 
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