Someone said to me the other day, "How do you get rid of clover out of the lawn". I responded, "I don't because I have grass not lawn."
When I first met clover
At home the grass was a hardy kikuya that sent runners into the garden beds. And there were clumps of clover too.
On hot summer afternoons as the sun began to drop my sister and I would loll on the cool grass, picking the clover flowers and stringing them into necklaces, bangles and halos for our heads. Then we would run and play with our brother until sunset when Mum would call us in. I loved those summer evenings.
|My little sister Val lolling on the grass in the back yard.|
Romans 12:12 New International Version (NIV)
"Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer."