09 May 2013 2 Comments
While many of you are currently welcoming your favorite blooms, a few are stuck in cold and snow. And I should know–just returned from a conference in Kansas City MO where it snowed. In May!
Crazy. Back in Florida, my flowers are in full bloom. From the gardenias—one of my vivid connection to my childhood…
…to the jasmine, I’m treated to the decadent scents of spring.
My Gerber daisies are blooming, but while pretty, they have no fragrance. None that I can detect merely passing them.
Clipping a gardenia, I place it by my kitchen sink (because I spend a lot of time there). Not only can I behold it with my eyes, but breathe in its sweet perfume.
Life is busy. I’m busy. Growing flowers gives me pause. Unlike my vegetables where I reap the reward of food, flowers are simply aesthetic, grown for their beauty alone. But indulging in their glory is a reward in and of itself. It reminds me of the little things in life, the sweet moments, the calm between storms.
Flowers remind me to breathe. Slow down, and just breathe.
No mad dash to pull weeds, no heated job of harvest, just be. I don’t know about you, but it’s a concept I need reminding now and again.