It was the mid-part of June that I discovered two pots of geraniums which I had saved from last fall. They looked pretty pitiful. I wondered if there was any life left in any of them.

What would it hurt to find a spot in a garden to transplant them? Which I did!

I was able to transplant six plants. And I have been watching them.

Now there are three with really nice foliage; one not as nice. Two are still 'sticks'. This morning I noticed that one of the plants is sporting a beginning bloom.

God does the same thing to us, especially as we age. We might not look like much could grow out of what is left. But God transplants us. Adds water and some of His sunshine. Then we experience a re-growth. All part of His Garden!

"Even in old age they will still produce fruit and be vital and green."

~ Psalm 92:14 LAB

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