Wednesday, April 15, 2009

The Dirt, the Sun and a Field of Free Wishes


My favorite fresh cut flowers were actually weeds, gathered roadside from a drainage ditch and clumped together in a rusty old tin can from the same ole murky ditch.

Maybe a month or so ago, while walking after dark, I came across a field filled with weeds reaching for the stars....a field of free wishes.
I didn't make any wishes, instead I just took it all in...
Soaking up the magic of the moment...
The next night, they were all gone...
blown away by the wind.
If Mother Nature made any wishes before she blew them, I bet her wishes will all come true.


Butterflies and bumblebees, hummingbirds and moths, centipedes and frogs, the neighborhood kids and even the squirrels ... we all love to see fresh flowers bloom.

But maybe, just maybe, the dirt and the sun love them the most.

Flowers...
sweet little miraculous reminders to the dirt and the sun,
that they are loved for simply being what they are and simply doing what they do...
I guess, in hindsight, if I could have made a wish it would be...
that we all could learn to live a bit more like the flowers, the dirt and the sun...

4 comments:

Mel said...

Soon.
Really.....soon we'll have flowers gifted to us. They're laying in wait, letting the heaven and earth join to do what they do.

:-)

I can wait.
Magic is already happening--that's enough to sustain me.

((((((((((( SLB ))))))))))))))

Now all I need--is the tin can!
:-)

The CEO said...

I just love the magic of Spring. Your writing electrifys it for me. Thank you.
p&l {{{{{ slb }}}}}

monty

skinnylittlesister said...

Mel...
I moan about how chilly it is here, but I am in the south & the flowers starting popping up about 4 weeks ago...sweet little reminders, they are.

Monty...I LoVe the spring too. Hard to believe we had snow here just over a week ago! One thing people always have said about these parts is that if you don't like the weather, just give it 5 minutes...it'll change :) And so, it does. P&L

Oceanshaman said...

Just be . . .