Each spring brings a new blossom of wildflowers in the ditches

along the highway I travel daily to work.

There is one particular blue flower that has always caught my eye.

I've noticed that it blooms only in the morning hours, the afternoon

sun is too warm for it. Every day for approximately two weeks,

I see those beautiful flowers.

This spring, I started a wildflower garden in our yard. I can

look out of the kitchen window while doing the dishes and see

 the flowers. I've often thought that those lovely blue flowers

from the ditch would look great in that bed alongside other

 wildflowers. Everyday I drove past the flowers thinking, "I'll

stop on my way home and dig them." "Gee, I don't want to

get my good clothes dirty..." Whatever the reason, I never

stopped to dig them. My husband even gave me a folding

 shovel one year for my trunk to be used for that expressed

purpose.

One day on my way home from work, I was saddened

to see that the highway department had mowed the ditches

and the pretty blue flowers were gone. I thought to myself,

 "Way to go, you waited too long. You should have done

it when you first saw them blooming this spring."

A week ago we were shocked and saddened to learn that

my oldest sister-in-law has a terminal brain tumor. She is

20 years older than my husband and unfortunately, because

of age and distance, we haven't been as close as we all

 would have liked. I couldn't help but see the connection

between the pretty blue flowers and the relationship between

my husband's sister and us. I do believe that God has given

us some time left to plant some wonderful memories that will

bloom every year for us.

And yes, if I see the blue flowers again, you can bet I'll

stop and transplant them to my wildflower garden.