Flowers Are the Language of Love

 

 

 Into each life some rain must fall.

That's a familiar phrase, isn't it?

Sometimes it rains very hard.

 That's how it's been this past week as there was a surgery last Monday.

To have a body go through that is anything but easy.

However, each day the body gets a teeny tiny bit better.

While recuperating, it is a great blessing to receive three gorgeous bouquets of flowers, primarily in shades of my favorite pink roses but with stunning lilies, perky daisies, and a few other kinds of flowers included.

They have been sent by dear friends, a sister, and a niece.

Flowers really do speak the language of love.