Temple Flowers on a Tuesday Morning

The flower gardens at the Provo City Center Temple are gorgeous.

Everywhere I looked this morning, I saw beauty.

Color exploded.

And yet, some of the flowers look tender and delicate.

I'm always happy when my camera can spot a bee.

My mother loved snapdragons, so I do, too.

My ancestors wrote about making dolls from hollyhocks.

My father grew gladiolas.

I'm realizing that a love for flowers can come through our family lines.

Perhaps a love for sacred things can, too.

This is what families do:  Share what's important.