The Flower Walk

“She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue. She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: “Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.” Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. Honor her for all that her hands have done.” Proverbs 31:26-31a (NIV)

I can still see the tiny vases lined along her kitchen windowsill.

My Mama loved flowers.

And flowers loved her.

It didn’t matter where we lived. She always had a yard full of flowers. Every color of the rainbow.

They brought her great joy.

When I close my eyes, I imagine her sitting on that old brown kitchen chair, bent over tying her “outside shoes”.

Getting ready for the flower walk.

When she was finished, she’d look over at me with a smile that made her blue eyes twinkle.

She was ready!

So out the back door we went.

We walked around her house, starting at the side, then to the front, around the driveway and up the hill, finally ending by the big oak tree.

 “Aren’t they ALL just beautiful?” she would proclaim.

And they were.

They really were.

You see, I didn’t inherit my Mama’s green thumb, so I was amazed by hers. And she loved to give me the name and the history of each bloom (“These are such-and-such and they were given to me by so-and-so”).

Of course, she knew I’d never remember.

But, she didn’t mind.

Because we would do the flower walk again.

The best part of all came at the end.

She would carefully and intentionally pick a small bouquet.

Then, we’d go inside and put them in those tiny vases along the kitchen windowsill.

And every day after that, she would pause and marvel at their smell and their color.

As if she were seeing them for the first time.

After Mom was diagnosed with cancer, the flower walk got slower and shorter.

And when she told me their stories, I wrote them down.

I didn’t want to forget a single one.

I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately.

More than usual.

Perhaps it’s because it’s Spring.

And the flowers are in full bloom.

Or maybe it’s because Mother’s Day is around the corner.

So, I pulled out some photographs.

And I found this one.


I don’t need to see her face.

Because it’s etched in my heart forever.

Just like the flower walk.

This Mother’s Day, I’ll picture her taking the flower walk in God’s beautiful garden.

Where it’s always Spring.

And I’ll thank Him for blessing me with the loveliest flower of them all. XO

Spread your joy,



  1. oh, so true. were you at the farm? because those sure look like hill field flowers 🙂

  2. I can see her and Grandma Odle doing the flower walk and I did not get the green thumb either. I married a man with a green thumb. I pick them out and he makes sure they bloom. I have been trying to recreate Grandmas yard for years.

    1. I can see them too, D! Now, they are walking in God’s garden together. Beautiful memories. XO

  3. Beautiful, Tina. It stirred my heart. I love your mother’s hands, tenderly holding the flowers. I think of our Father, tenderly holding us the same way.

    1. My thoughts exactly, Michele! Thanks so much for your sweet words. Blessings on you XO

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