The most beautiful part is, I wasn’t even looking for you when I found you. – Me
I didn’t plant it. It arrived last month, most likely from seeds tucked into my garden by a bird or the pesky squirrel. To think it is cold and snowy in other parts of the world and I am gifted a sunflower.
A sunflower in February.
And everyday it changes just enough to remind me it is there, growing and blooming and bringing light to this corner of my world.
The grandkids come by searching for the snap peas, and strawberries and pay her no mind. My friends see the bountiful color at her feet, and the hummingbirds, are clearly more interested in the pomegranate blooms.
Her nonchalance is humbling, and I wonder what she is waiting for.
Does it matter?
When was the last time you stopped to smell the flowers?
For me it was today.
Wind Kisses, Donna