Not only is nature a great healer, it is a wonderful teacher. In 4th grade, my teacher gave each one of us a small sapling pine tree, and I planted mine in my front yard. The neighborhood kids stepped on it and nearly bent it in half. I cried and gave up on the little tree, convinced it wouldn’t survive. Boy, was I wrong! 26 years later it is STILL going strong and is now as tall as the house!
The inspiration for my tall tales story “Harry and Me” is my actual garden. I do indeed have a row of yellow marigolds, and if you look at the picture above, you can see that each single marigold flower I originally planted has now become a marigold bunch! The picture on the far left is of a single orange marigold that my mom gave me from the Chicago Botanic Garden. It was a boring single stem when I got it — no bloom at all — and now it’s a plant in itself! For months I wondered why it didn’t look like the other marigolds! Most miraculous of all is the middle picture — the infamous purple flowers! Beautiful when I’d first bought them, they were nothing but stems for MONTHS, even up to a few weeks ago. I’d debated pulling the ugly bunch up out of the ground, and now I’m so grateful I didn’t!
I become emotional as I experience the process nature takes. It makes life out of death. It takes its time. It germinates, it appears to hibernate, and suddenly iy explodes in delightful colors!
Aren’t we much the same?
Every dream we plant in our mind is a flower ready to bloom. We can’t see what it’s doing. Sometimes we give up. But if we give it a chance, a little water, enough time — we get results beyond our awesomest dreams!
Much love, many blessings. ❤