California Poppies
Thank You, God, for Poppies!
I guess poppies are right up there with Native Grasses, God, as far as trendy goes. These were part of the landscaping in a nice area off of Third Street — a newly trendy part of L.A.
Poppies bring back wonderful memories of driving up and down California in the Spring when the poppies grew wild along the highways. Poppies and stands shaped like oranges that sold orange juice. California was the promised land back then.
My mom’s dad came over as a three year old when his folks left Michigan and came (by train) out to start an orange cooperative in Redlands. Gosh, God, I even remember when Orange County was filled with orange trees — lining the way to Disneyland.
Memories are interesting things, God. I hardly ever go back to root around in them. And I dare say that is not entirely good. Still, I feel as if I have processed and reviewed enough. Hmmm. Processed isn’t a verb you use with GOOD Memories, is it. I suppose I was referring mostly to losing Patty. That required LOTS and LOTS of processing.
If I could do over, that time after Patty’s death — I would drag us all to family counseling — drag us kicking and screaming if need be. Alas, back then, when I brought it up, a dear friend and clinical psychologist laughed — declaring me So Healthy!
Ah well, what I have learned — and value — is that we can ALL be HEALTHIER! I love that as a goal and a process! People, like Poppies, mostly grow without much in the way of help. Maybe that is why I was so delighted to see Poppies tended and watered and fed? Please, God, help us to seek Your Help as we work on watering and tending ourselves.
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
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