Today my son came in from playing outside and told me that he brought a "bouquet of weed flowers" for me. Of course, any flowers brought to me by my four year old son are always wonderful and pretty, but since all of the real flowers from my garden have been dead for a while, these "weed flowers" were an unexpected and very welcome sight. As I sat enjoying my bouquet of weed flowers and the weed flower bearer, my husband suggested that could be the name for my blog (which I have been wanting to start but just couldn't decide on a title that fit and yet was unique).
Thus comes My Bouquet of Weed Flowers: a place where I can share about the little and big happenings in my life. Although not all people may be interested in a bouquet of weed flowers for themselves, it is my hope that the readers out there who also love bouquets of weed flowers will find some interest in the topics about which I write.
