Sorry, I couldn't resist. This is the last one. I promise. I think.
Viola's are so small they usually go unnoticed by all the hurried feet passing by. But as we get older it seems the Lord slows us down so we can see all the wonderful things we hurried past in our younger years.
As I was watering the garden's last night I noticed this little lady in distress. It looked like her arms and legs were flailing in an effort to right herself. A spray of water had knocked her over and there she lay with her face all wet. Today she will be standing again, proud and defiant. She may be tiny but she's got pluck!
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