I went to my mother's porch a few days ago. I walked along, looking at all her plants. She had so many colorful flower boxes, sitting on top of the railing. There was also a large tomato plant on the floor. She had all kinds of flowers growing in different planters.
As I walked, I realized the great neglect. Mother is away and asked me to take care of her plants. I had agreed to water them - to visit them. I had planned to go out there each day and tend to her beautiful porch garden. But on the first day, it rained. On the second day, it rained again. I didn't think the flowers needed me. So I stayed indoors. By the end of the week, I suddenly realized I needed to check on them. But it was too late.
The flowers were dying. They had been abandoned. They were forlorn and pitiful because of my careless neglect.
I quickly found a watering can and tried to revive them. For two straight days, I diligently tended them. They are showing no progress.
This reminds me of my home. It can be temping to ignore all the work I have to do. It is easy to just put it off . . . But this will lead to a forlorn place. . . It will not look like a lovely garden. Weeds will spring forth. Flowers will wilt. Doom and gloom will be the aura of an abandoned home. It would be a sad place indeed, if I neglect my home, the way I neglected Mother's garden.
Blessings
Mrs. White
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