One of the lovely things about the first year in a new house is the surprise of all that blooms in spring and summer. Pale purple iris and blood purple iris, the many hostas, the tiger lilies emerging. But there is one section of garden that’s nothing but tall grass. I asked Chris, why would they just plant tall grass there? Let’s clear the grass and plant flowers. So we begin digging some of it up. Then it rains for days. Then the busy weekend arrives. Suddenly the tall grass is abloom with bright pink flowers. There seems to be a lesson here. Let the tall grass alone…we all bloom in our own good time. And sometimes you don’t need to do anything but watch the beauty around you unfold. Thank you for the reminder, dear universe.
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