There is a garden in every childhood. . .

 an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer,

 and the morning more fragrant than ever again. ~Elizabeth Lawrence


I remember my neighbor's beautiful red rose bush. . .we would gather little red roses from it and make a corsage to wear to church on Sunday morning.  I am sure you, my friends, have many memories of special flowers in your childhood.  I am sure God gave us these flowers to make our lives more perfect!