God is Good to the Johnsons

This story is a long'un, but it's worth it. Hang tight. The following photo may appear to you to be of a rather pale-looking sprout, poking its poor little leaves quite glumly out of an ill-kept flowerbed. The first time I saw this little guy I thought the same. But not anymore.  NOW I SEE A BONIFIED MIRACLE, PEOPLE!!! The story of this rather unassuming plant begins with my cleaning out our kitchen cupboards when Kevin and I had been married just shy of a month. Amidst the scattered spices in the cupboard I happened upon a small, transparent package of rather odd-looking dried-up clove-looking things. Perplexed, I asked my husband what he intended to cook with these. He snatched them out of my hands with a boyish look of excitement as he exclaimed that these are his rainbow rose seeds he ordered for less than a dollar, all the way from China! I was a skeptic. No matter how convincing those EBAY adds might have been, I was sure that these "rainbow rose s...