My Time at the Inn

I wrote this little parable several months ago. I hope you all enjoy it.  Your  feedback would be appreciated. The Little Flower by Marsha Fuller Turner  The Master of a beautiful Garden placed a little flower in it. The Little Flower felt very small and insignificant, for indeed it so appeared. The other flowers around it stood taller and their colors more brilliant, or so it seemed to the Little Flower. The Master told the Little Flower that it must be the glory of the garden. “You must stand tall and straight,” said the Master. Oh my, but that overwhelmed the Little Flower. “How can I?” It said. “I am small and insignificant, and you can see for yourself that I am not as brilliant in color as the others arrayed so beautifully.” “Ah,” said the Master. “You think you must do this all by yourself, I see. But you forget that I am the Master of the Garden, and I would not give you a responsibility that you could not do. Would that not be silly of me?” Little Fl...

Happy May Day!  May Day holds wonderful memories for me. I grew up on a farm outside Brock, Nebraska, and the Brock School made May Day such wonderful fun.  Of course we had our May baskets all made before the first day of May.  On the day itself, there was the dancing around the Maypole, and the choosing the king and queen of the May with their attendents.  Two years in a row my oldest brother was chosen as king, in both his junior and senior years of high school.  The year he was a senior, I was  in first grade and was one of the attendents.  My mother made me a beautiful pink dress, which I called my "Cinderella dress", and of course the beautiful flowers in the baskets we carried made any little girl feel like a princess! Yet the most exciting thing of all was taking the baskets of May flowers to family.  My parents drove us the their houses, and we would place a basket by the door, knock, and run away as fast as our little legs could carr...