#SOL18 Lessons from Flowers
"this is the recipe of life
said my mother
as she held me in her arms as i wept
think of those flowers you plant
in the garden each year
they will teach you
that people too
in order to bloom"
On Mother's Day morning, my daughter Megan earnestly said to me, "My heart pumps with love for you." At five years old, I find that sentence to be incredibly poetic as well as amazingly sweet. She followed up with, "I don't only love you on Mother's Day- I love you every day!" My son, Alex, made me a bookmark which he colored with effort and care. His handsome face is on the bookmark, too- a school picture from earlier in the year before life took a turn.
On the day before Mother's Day, we went to the garden store and picked out beautiful, colorful flowers to plant in a new patch of soil we had the landscapers create near our recently redone walk. I now have lots of hours of planting before me! I've never been much of a gardener, but hope this year the flowers and I will have an understanding: We need beauty and blooming.
My grandfather, Grandy, was an excellent gardener. When I think about him, I one of the first things I remember is how he loved flowers and planting. His yard was a think of beauty which he took pride in. Every Easter, my mom would buy him a new rosebush. His roses were especially gorgeous. When he died in September of 1999, one rose grew and bloomed the largest we ever seen... in December. We took it as a sign from him that he loved us and was happy.
There are lessons in flowers, as you see.
Slow down and smell them, of course.
You reap what you sew.
The above quote from rupi kaur really spoke to my heart. After a season of sorrow, I feel my heart starting to open up again, little by little. I feel joy coming back to my days. The sunshine fills my soul and reminds me that spring always comes again.