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DIAMONDS, JEWELS AND HOLLYHOCKS

What was the most wonderful Mother’s Day gift, besides, of course, that fabulous new garden bench? The one sitting out near my new shade wonderland? You know, close to The North One-Fortieth? The world’s most schizophrenic garden since I tend it like mad on some days, and ignore it, neglect it and flood it on others?

You may say mothers who received expensive electronics, jewelry, clothing and dinners out were the luckiest. But I beg to differ. I know someone who trumped ‘em all.

Cousin Joy got hollyhocks. They’re pretty hard to beat for sheer sentimental value.

She remembers her mother’s hollyhocks, and taking straight pins to make ladies’ ballroom gowns out of the blooms. Well, last summer, some strange seeds must have blown into her daughter’s garden, and zoom! The plants shot up into what Cousin Joy eventually “diagnosed” as hollyhocks. And boy, were they tall, pink and gorgeous last year; everybody commented on them.

So it was fitting that, this year for Mother’s Day, several pots of them appeared for Joy, shared from her daughter’s happy surprise. She was delighted. Childhood memories: you may not be able to flaunt ‘em, and you can’t hock hollyhocks, but boy, are they priceless.

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Prayer request: Father, there’s a pitcher who is looking for a team to play with this summer, and there’s a team in dire need of a second pitcher. Give our coaches extra persuasive power to bring this excellent girl onto our team and make this a summer to remember, for their good and Your glory, Lord. (James 1:12)