He loves to work the land & train the plant.
He is practical.
He is fruitful.
He likes his landscape to be of the edible sort.
He is unique.
He likes to grow things that most folks don't have.
He has a Medlar tree & a Che tree.
He has a hedge of Chilean Guavas.
The garden style that he strives away from is the English cottage garden.
But, my husband loves me.
And these are the flowers he gives.
Not because he loves them. Because he loves me.
As he daily nurtures his new bed of Dahlia flowers, he is nurturing his love for me.
He's never gone to the local flower shop to get me a bouquet of flowers.
These are the flowers he gives.
They are filled with his love.
I love them.
I love him.
This post is in participation with A Holy Experience : Walk with Him Wednesday.
Ann has been blogging (beautifully) about marriage. Please read for yourself.