My mom was always big on the notion that there was something good to be seen or said about everyone.
As a little girl I told her I didn't believe everyone was good, some were just not good at all, in any way, shape or form.
She said 'Really? Like who?'
I said 'Well, like the Devil !"
She smiled and said "I dunno Paige...he's really good at making fire'
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 aw
ay 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...
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