Flowers

When we moved out to our acreage five summers ago I didn’t really care about growing flowers. I spent the first three years trying to establish a veggie garden and planting more fruit trees and bushes. There was an extremely neglected flower bed outside our front door – the one we hardly ever use but I ignored it in my pursuits to grow things that could feed us.

Last summer I finally had kids that were old enough to have energy left over to care that I felt embarrassed about that neglected spot in our yard so I planted a few rose bushes I found on sale.  Those few bushes I threw in to cover my shame ended up bringing me so much goodness I’ve inadvertently become a flower gardener.

Turns out it’s quite therapeutic for me to head out every morning in my bare feet to see what is blooming, pull a few dead heads here and there while I sip coffee in pjs. Sometimes I get warmed through and through by the sun. Other days I put my old housecoat my grandmother gave me when I was a teenager and the rain drips down into my eyes. Of late I have to watch that I don’t slip on the ice that has formed on our deck during the night as it melts beneath my still bare feet. Turns out all of it feels like heaven.

Turns out I love the colours and the growth, looking for new plants and trading with friends. Turns out growing flowers helps me feel present and alive. Turns out I hear God out there.

flowers

 

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3 Responses to Flowers

  1. Sherri-Dawn says:

    Doesn’t everything feel so much more magical when you get to watch it grow? ☺️

  2. Pingback: Flowers and prayer | Leah Colbeck

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