April 18, 2015
Sown by nature, wildflowers amaze me with their dainty appearance, yet obvious strength. How did these fragile looking
hepatica push through the heavy layer of fallen leaves?
The mystery of life is never so apparent as in spring when Earth transforms her energy into shoots of green at an astonishing rate.
As I plant my vegetable garden, I love the feeling of participation in the mystery of life that gardening brings.
When my efforts produce results, I bask in my sense of control.
I did that! I think with smug satisfaction.
Yesterday, I found a battered daffodil bulb laying in the grass with a chewed off stub where once was a promising bud.
What happened? I thought.
I growled in exasperation which caused the boundless fur-ball of energy at my ankles to leap with excitement,
nearly knocking me over.
Looking at my once tranquil garden, I saw the telltale puppy hole– gone was my sense of control.
Puppy pandemonium has changed the peaceful prairie.
Looking into her adoring eyes, I sighed, “Why did you do that?”
In response, she grabbed her troublesome tail and crazily turned in circles like a whirlwind of insanity.
It was then it occurred to me, she was bursting with Earth’s energy, just like the daffodil, and although different than the golden
blooms, she was just as beautiful. Besides I had plenty of other daffodils and only one adoring whirlwind. It was then, I, too, felt
growth, for in the acceptance of what is– lies peace.