Children are like flowers,
water them daily with love and watch them bloom.
~ Author Unknown
Each summer, one of the many things I look forward to the warm weather bringing is my flowers – my gorgeous summer annuals. I absolutely love them. I care for them almost as if they were my own children.
Over the summer months I sometimes can spend hours wandering my yard watering and pruning to perfection all my colorful annuals. I will admit, by the end of the summer I am usually ready for a break from all the intense care they require, but it never fails, each spring I jump back into taking care of my flowers again with a passion.
It wasn’t always this way.
My love-affair with my summer flowers had a somewhat rocky start.
In the beginning, a little over 10-years ago when my husband and I first became home owners, I’ll admit that I struggled. I would battle over and over to keep them looking fresh and alive.
There were times when I felt as though they took up too much time, or that they were too much of an expense, and maybe that they weren’t growing the way I had hoped and envisioned.
Sometimes I would even doubt myself thinking: Maybe tending to flowers just wasn’t my calling?
I hadn’t grown up surrounded by flowers. The “green thumb” was not something that was passed down from generation to generation as a family tradition. I don’t have any formal training or education or past experience in horticulture.
None of that.
Occasionally (especially in the beginning of my flower-loving days) I would forget to water them and, in panic, look out at their pathetic droopiness certain that I had failed them. I was sure beyond a doubt that their short life was indeed over.
Yet again and again I was able to nurse them back to health and beauty.
And as the years passed by, I believe I got better at tending to them. I got better at loving them. I got better at remembering to water them, at understanding their likes and dislikes. I began to know how much sun or shade or water they needed.
Over time, I’ve learned how to love them much greater then I could have ever imagined. I’ve established how to take care of them better then I would have ever thought I could. Somewhere along the line, I realized that I am actually not half bad at nurturing their growth.
In fact, I am pretty darn good at it.
In order to take care of a life, you have to learn to love it first.
It doesn’t always take a book or a degree to master something.
Many times, all it really takes is some practice, a little patience and a lot of love.
Leave a Comment: How strong of a roll do you believe that love plays in nurturing the growth of any life? What do you love to do when the summer months roll around?
This week I am linking up with Bianca at Bits of Bee for her Quotable Bits Link-up.