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Dandelions…weed or flower, YOU CHOOSE!

by Blossom Turner on April 28, 2014


Dandelion Flower_0409

Through the eyes of child a Dandelion holds color,

Through the eyes of child  a gift to a mother;

Through the eyes of a gardener the dandelion holds seeds,

No value, no beauty, nothing but weeds.

Yellow Dandelion_0416

A flower so beautiful, chubby hands hold tight,

A rare treasure to place in water and guard through the night;

Through the eyes of  an adult, the Dandelion must die,

Rush to the store, a pesticide to buy.

Weed Dandelion_0415

Through the eyes of child,  a puff ball to blow,

Through the eyes an adult, a nuisance, a weed to control;

Tiny umbrellas in the wind that rise to the sky,

Bring enhancement to children as they watch them sail by.

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Life is like that Dandelion in so many ways,

Seasons of color, goodness and love through the day;

Then along comes the pain, it marches in and turns off the light,

When someone pours poison and we long to give up the fight.

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But we must  hang on through the dark and choose faith like a child,

Forgive the bitter, and walk the road of the meek, the mild

Once again color emerges with simple pleasures that delight,

We will soar above the carnage, and live in the light.

Seed Dandelion_0471

Like a puffball in the wind, when we grow old,

Scattered here, scattered there, scattered a hundredfold,

Let our lives exude goodness, let seeds of joy abound,

Let us spread love, and color, and joy all around.


And let it be said, when like that dandelion seed we fly away,

She will be missed, she will be loved, for many a day.









Come with me…

by Blossom Turner on April 14, 2014


Nature is God’s balm, His infusion of love in an often cruel world.

Come, let’s walk together…may these photos and the detail of God’s creation bring balance and perspective to your day as it did to mine.

Today out in God’s creation I found solace, peace and was given a gentle reminder…

Here is what God showed me.

New buds_0400The bud of a leaf…


spring daffodills_0253Daffodils in the neighbors yard…

Layer Cake Mountain_0260

My walk took me from the top of this plateau to the bottom of the canyon beneath Layer Cake Mountain shown in the distance.

God's decorations_0266God’s decorations…now where do you think the idea of a Christmas ball came from?

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Bright green moss growing on a mighty pine…

Bark and Moss at closer inspection_0330At closer Inspection…detail and delicate patterns emerged.

Star crossed lovers_0290Star crossed lovers…these trees were drawn together as they grew.

Monkey see Monkey do_0291God thought the scenario above was so interesting He doubled His effort.

Tiny Yellow Bells_0349Tiny yellow bells hang on a delicate bright green stalk.

Old hands, new life_0362Here is that yellow bell at closer inspection…That’s my old finger tip tenderly holding new life.

Formations on a rock_0323Snowflake like formations on a rock.

Light through tall pines_0284Sunlight filtering through the towering pines at the bottom of the canyon

Newborn Foilage_0288

new leaves_0384New born leaves…


Sunflower hill_0267Sunflowers dotted the hillside in a rich splash of color…


At closer Inspection_0271At closer inspection you will see a Honey Bee hard at work.


Moss and pine_0333Moss bringing life to a dead limb, and the beauty of a pine branch against the cerulean blue.


wild flowers_0316Wild flowers with their face to the sun…or should I say THE SON?


Puppy Love_0310My Puppy…having the time of her life exploring while I take photos.


Delicate white_0342A delicate white cluster about as big as a finger tip…had it not been for the carpet of white they created in hundreds, I would have missed them.


can you find the bird_0385Can you find the bird? This one sure had a pretty song to sing…


Light through the spruce_0394The bough of a spruce with sunlight on its shoulder.


color on the hillside_0311Every color beckoned.

Every snapshot a story to tell.

What do you think I learned?

There is one much wiser than I. There is One much greater than I.  There is One who holds all nature in His hands.





by Blossom Turner on April 7, 2014

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How does one take the mundane out of just another day? NO… it’s not winning the lottery. It is a process I call salt and pepper…a dash of goodness and a sprinkle of generosity added to any day, any time.

Let me explain!

A work day, a toothless man, and an opportunity.

Saying good bye to a friend, I opened the door of our store and stepped out. Inhaling the crisp spring air felt cleansing after the lingering smell of gas fumes, oil and sweaty men. (I work in a small engine shop.)

We chatted for a few quick moments and were hugging good-bye when a scruffy, somewhat ragged native Indian approached us.

“Say ladies,” he interrupted. “Don’t mean to be rude, but could you spare some change?” His eyes shifted nervously to the pavement and back to us, like he was used to receiving a good tongue-lashing. When we didn’t immediately tell him to take a hike, he inched closer in anticipation. His right eye sported the remnants of a recent fight and his clothing emanated the smell of alcohol and a ripe odor from one too many days of wear.

“Are you hungry?” I asked.

The one eye that wasn’t swollen brightened considerably and a grin split across his face.“Sure am,” he said revealing a set of uneven teeth with a few missing. It was a genuine smile, the kind so few people give these days.

“Well I stated firmly, I’ll buy you lunch, but will not give you money. Hang on a moment and I’ll be right there.

My friend gathered some money from her car to add to his lunch fund and went on her way. I hurried inside to grab my purse.

He waited patiently outside our store until I returned.

We walked across the street to a nearby deli, and I heard bits and pieces of his life. Chatty and friendly, I found myself intrigued by his story. In a short time I learned he had hitch-hiked across Canada in the middle of the winter, the cold being his greatest enemy; he was born in Winnipeg, and on his way to anywhere warmer. No home. No friends. No ties. A drifter. A wanderer. A hungry, lonely soul.

Inside the deli he quieted considerably his eyes devoured the food. One could not miss the obvious fact he was starving. I got weird looks from other customers waiting to order as they inched away from us, but I didn’t care.

He grasped the food tightly as the hot sandwich and drink was handed to him, but then promptly remembered his manners.  Setting the food back down on the counter, he whispered the most heartfelt thank you I have heard in years.

When I told him to remember that Jesus loves him, he smiled from ear to ear. “I knew you were one of them Jesus lovers,” he said… “Cause there is a kindness about you.”

He held out his hand tentatively, and smiled widely when I responded. “My name is Tom, he said, shaking my hand firmly.

I choked back a tear, and told him my name.

He laughed.

“Blossom…  I will not forget you or your pretty name.”

“Enjoy,” I said pointing to his meal.

“Oh yeah I will, you have no idea how hungry I am… but I better eat outside, don’t want to upset anyone.”

I had lost all thought of what others were thinking, but realized as I looked around we had stirred up some real curiosity.

“Ahhh don’t you worry Tom”, I said, “you sit inside and enjoy the warmth. After all your lunch is paid for just like everyone else in here.”

The clerk behind the counter kindly nodded in agreement.

Tom settled in… with a sandwich, a juice and a smile worth millions.


This is how you take the mundane and infuse the day with purpose. Now tell me your story and I will print it on my blog and send you a gift in thank you.

Let’s change the world, one kindness at a time!








by Blossom Turner on March 31, 2014



Ever since I was a child…as far back as my memory goes, I remember that flicker of excitement within when I would catch my first glimpse of the bright yellow Buttercup flower. It signified that spring had FINALLY won the battle over winter.

I don’t often get time to walk these day, but being Sunday I stole a half hour of fresh air with my lab Lyla and off we went. She raced around in sheer delight at the freedom. We crested a hill in the woods and instead of feasting my eyes on the vista before me, I caught sight of the color at my feet. Buttercups.

Out of the endless expanse of brown, dead winter-worn countryside emerged a burst of color, one flower at a time. Ahhhhh, can’t tell you how powerful that moment was.

It brought to mind my prayer from the day before. Though disappointed, I had asked God to once again encourage my soul and prove He was a God who cared about the details.

Let me explain.

Our business launched 3 spring Open House Extravaganzas with Radio stations on location, coffee and goodies and smoking good deals. This was no small feat  to organize and took months of planning. Not to mention the time and money involved to make this a success. However, one caveat remained totally out of my control…nice weather was imperative when trying to encourage the community to buy a new lawnmower or grass trimmer etc..

Normally we are well into spring by the end of March… but not this year!

Last week we hosted the Open House in our Vernon location and it snowed. To make it even more painful, our competitor had their Open House on Sunday (which is the Lord’s Day of rest) and they had a beautiful sunny warm day. This Friday again in our West Kelowna location it rained. (Have you ever seen helium balloons weighted down by rain? What a pathetic sight!  Kinda like a bird with a broken wing, what is supposed to fly lies groveling in the dirt.)

Yesterday fairly discouraged by the lack of co-operation in the weather department and not because we had forgotten to pray either, I dropped to my knees in discouragement.

“God,” I whined, “Do you really care about the details of life, or are we left alone to muddle through?” Feeling sorely tested, my prayer came forth as a complaint.

I felt the Spirit encourage me to ask for specifics. What did I want to prove that God did care about the details.

“Well,” I responded, “Let’s see… I would like sunshine, even thought the forecast is calling for rain. I know it is unseasonably cold God, but I want the temperature to get up to at least 15 Celsius (70 Fahrenheit) so I we can put tractors outside for demonstration. And if you had rain on the schedule…not until after work please. Oh and God, let it be smoking busy!”

With not more than a second thought I bounced up and headed off with a thousand details on my mind to finish before opening.

At 2:00 in the afternoon I popped in my car to go get pizza for our hungry crew who had not had time to breathe due to the heavy crowds. I looked down at my thermometer in the car and guess what…15 Celsius (70 Fahrenheit) exactly, with the sun blasting through my window. I laughed in sheer delight as my prayer of earlier that morning came flooding back.


Guess when the storm clouds rolled in, the temperature dropped to 0 and heavy rain started? Yep, on my way home from work.

Then again today, I see that first burst of yellow upon the hillside and I am dully reminded, the same God who changes seasons and orchestrates the universe though not a puppet on my string, will at times send definitive answers to specific prayers because He wants me to remember…through the simple gift of a Buttercup that He is in control.


The Winds of Change

by Blossom Turner on March 24, 2014


Today is my 100th post, and I feel a distinct need to change the focus of this blog. I will forever and always have a heart for those who suffer betrayal and are in the process of healing, but the winds of change are blowing through my life. A dominant message and theme emerges…Interactive ways in which to make our world a more positive place.

I need your story and would love to hear from you the reader…share an experience that has enriched the life of someone’s day in some small way,  and I will will post your story. We will encourage the world together.

How did you make someone’s day more positive today?

Did you talk to a stranger?

Did you encourage your spouse?

Did you love on your children in some random unexpected way?

Did you feed a homeless person?

Did you visit the elderly?

Were you kind to someone who was not kind to you?

Did you forgive the unforgiveable?

On and on the ideas flow as this gentle wind of the Spirit blows. Given time to marinate and mushroom this idea could touch the world in a profound way and you could be part of it.

Next week the stories begin…stay posted or post your story.

In the mean time listen to this inspiring song of hope by Kari Jobe called “Steady My Heart,” and believe that a broken world can be healed through the kindness of everyday people who love as Jesus loved the world.