When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a lily with the other. ~Chinese Proverb
Why is it that we labor extensively over choosing flowers, planting them, locating them in what should be ideal spots, watering and fertilizing them, and even talking to them, only to have this happen:
These Violas looked so pretty when I bought them — shades of purple and yellow swaying in a gentle breeze.
Following the instructions that came with them, I provided a new home, with food and water. I hung them away from hungry bunnies and squirrels. I even put one of those whirly-gigs inside their pot to ward off birds who might have designs on building a nest there.
To no avail.
How was I to know Spring would bypass us completely, and a string of 90-plus degrees would play havoc with my plantings?
The other day, I glanced outside and look what I found:
This lovely Snapdragon, growing determinedly in a crack.
Between a rock and a hard place, if you will.
Not seeming to wonder when I was going to take care of it.
Or even if.
Just trusting that Somebody would tend it properly.
There’s a lesson in that, I think.