This tiny wildflower has finally made its appearance in lawns in Arkansas. I used to call them Johnny Jump-Ups but my mother gently informed me the small, four-petaled bloom is a bluet. They carpeted the hill east of the house at Manos Meadows. I imagine they have been adding their special charm to springtime ever since the Lord planted them, because that’s the way I think of wildflowers, God’s flowers. I know that He fashioned roses and gladioli too, just as he made chickens and parakeets but to me, wild birds, flowers, and animals are more particularly God’s. Maybe it’s because they can’t rely on people for protection; they have to rely on God.
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