Seedlings push up through the darkness of soil toward a light they cannot see and whisper “be hopeful, be brave, have faith.”
Growing tall above the surface, their leaves like arms reaching out and up saying “be confident, be strong, reach for the sky.”
Their buds unfold, each petal unique and yet part of the whole, call out “be open.”
Exhausted from all this show of beauty they begin another kind of journey. Their lighter colors fade, the youthful vibrant colors take on the rich, jewel tones of maturity as they whisper “each stage of life has its own beauty.”
I want to speak the language of flowers.
It’s been awhile since I’ve offered a post. I think I’ve been hibernating. But then Brian brought home these lovely Peony Tulips and they seemed to awaken me from my slumber. Spring…and flowers can do that to a person!
Has Mother Nature been whispering in your ear lately?