Plants and I don't get along. I have a black thumb! I could kill crab grass. They are a thing of beauty whose nurturing has escaped my grasp. And that is why I love the Mother's Day tradition that my husband and children perform each year. Each child chooses a favorite at the garden center and my husband plants them. I consider it no small miracle when they reappear each year.
This is a Foxglove, that Brianna chose this year. Just beautiful…
And I wandered around the front of the house this morning, just enjoying the view.
Hmmm, a bug mimicking a plant?
“There are times to cultivate and create, when you nurture your world and give birth to new ideas and ventures. There are times of flourishing and abundance, when life feels in full bloom, energized and expanding. And there are times of fruition, when things come to an end. They have reached their climax and must be harvested before they begin to fade. And finally of course, there are times that are cold, and cutting and empty, times when the spring of new beginnings seems like a distant dream. Those rhythms in life are natural events. They weave into one another as day follows night, bringing, not messages of hope and fear, but messages of how things are.”
— Chogyam Trungpa
So for now, I'm going to let nature show off for a bit. Later, I'll try to mimic it with some coloring. But now it's time to just enjoy the show…