The garden is the poor man’s apothecary. ~German proverb
Patch of wildflowers
I
really
expected
nothing to grow
from this free packet
of seeds someone sent me.
I’d planted free seeds before
and not a single thing came up —
not one weed, no grasses, no flowers.
Blessed is she who expects nothing, right?
Imagine my surprise when I saw these
new beauties popping through the black soil!
First the leaves, followed by flowers —
one pink, one white, one orange —
and there are more to come,
judging by the buds.
A miracle
of nature
appears
here.
Note: This poetic form is a Double Etheree.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 
I love your Etheree as much as the flowers, Debbie. I’ve not been moved to write one for a while — maybe I need more inspiration, like your seed packet. I’ve got one of those packets that came inside a birthday card last year; if only I had a patch of dirt to plant the seeds! Your photo proves one of the great things about nature; she knows what she’s doing, and sometimes doesn’t need all that much help from us!
Your kind words are music to my ears, Linda — thank you. I seem to have been in a writing slump of my own, so I was surprised when this Etheree materialized seemingly out of nowhere. You’re right, of course — Mother Nature doesn’t need much help from us. She’s probably sitting around thinking, Just get out of my way, people!
Pretty! Both the words and the flowers.
Thank you, Dawn. I really didn’t expect them to grow because the packets were marked “packaged for the 2020 season.” I didn’t feel much like planting during all that COVID mess, so I saved them until this season. Who knew??
Isn’t nature grand, Debbie? A miracle indeed! They’re BEAUTIFUL!
And so is your poem!
Have a super Sunday, my friend! X
Ron, I love your exuberance!! Yes, it’s a miracle they’re growing, between the fact that the seeds were “old” and this curious Monkey can’t resist checking them out at every opportunity! Rainy Sunday here — and supposed to be stormy and rainy much of the coming week. Ugh!
Excellent!
Thanks, Laurie — I’m glad they passed muster! Hope you’re having a lovely weekend.
Great poem, Debbie, and welcome flowers.
Ah, John, thank you for saying so! Perhaps the best kinds of flowers are those we don’t have to hover over … the ones that grow without our attention (or interference, ha!)
Maybe true.
“Blessed is she who expects nothing.” Brilliant!
HaHa! You know the rest of the saying, don’t you? “for she shall not be disappointed.” A bit pessimistic, but perhaps realistic, too, huh?
Beautiful surprise!
It really was, Eliza — and the entire patch just keeps on giving joy!
Poetry and wildflowers were made for each other. 🙂 Enjoyed your lovely etheree and the miracle it described. 🌼
Thank you, Barbara. It’s been a while since I felt compelled to write any poetry, so that was almost as big a surprise as the flowers!
You did a great job with that poetic structure! (Or whatever it’s called, you can tell I don’t write poetry.) Still, I enjoyed it, and the flowers are so pretty. I’ve never been able to grow flowers from seeds.
I can relate, Ann — these are the first I’ve been able to grow from seeds. And the seeds were from last year, to boot! That’s why I call them a miracle, because I surely didn’t have much to do with them flourishing.
Beautiful post, Debbie. Thank you! xo
I’m glad you appreciated it, Amy — thank you for telling me so!!
Lovely, Debbie – both the flowers and the poem! How’s your little tree doing?
Thank you, FF. Little tree is getting taller and wider. In fact, just today, I learned from our yard guy that it’s an Eastern Juniper, something that delights me. I guess I just wanted to be sure it’s not a weed, ha! Thanks for asking about him.