Garden thoughts

Pollys 2

I picked this bunch of flowers from my garden today. They are bright and happy-making.
Yet in the summer I looked at them and commented that I thought the plants were finished and were going to die. But then I decided to give them another chance before I removed them. In ensuing weeks I watered and fed them along with the other garden plants. Still I wondered if I was wasting good fertiliser.

However, whether due to my ministrations or their tenacity, they began to look more likely to live.
And suddenly they began to show their buds and open their lovely faces. As you can see in the photo, they are bright and beautiful blooms that I picked today. Any work that I put forth is well repaid, and will continue to repay me as the blooming season goes on throughout the winter days when there is not much else in the garden that will be showing flowers.

I thought about some people and how we may sometimes give up on them and think they are maybe not worth cultivating as an acquaintance or friend. Perhaps we need to give those relationships a little extra care and nourishment and see what rewards come from our trying. We are all different in so many ways but we all need someone to care about us, and we all need someone to care about. That’s because caring for, or being cared about, causes us to bloom in ways we may never have done had that not occurred.
Beauty can evolve from the mind and heart as much as from the plants in my garden. May we look for and nurture it in the people we meet along life’s pathway.

Gratitude on Mothers Day

{Being Mother’s Day in Australia my thoughts of gratitude automatically go to my mother who died 14 years ago at age 96, after a time of “waiting”. This is a poem I wrote for her a long while ago}

The Daisy Field
White hair and wrinkles…
Time traveling slowly…

The field was full
as the gay daisies
lifted their white petals
over the green turf.

Spring showers
heightened their colours.
Summer breezes
brought a new dance.

Autumn colours
carpeted their home.
Until winter snow
snapped their frail stems.

Her companions
are now gone.
The daisy field is lonely…
as she waits.