I have been known to complain about storms (insert smile here), but the rain we’re getting now is truly a blessing. It’s a fire-on-the-hearth, soup-bubbling-on-the-stove kind of day, cozy and cool.
I have transplanted some of my zinnias into the flowerbed, and they are already blooming. Zinnias are hardy, and very colorful. I cut three of the potted ones this morning and put them in a small vase–they are so beautiful. It amazes me that something so complex can come from a tiny seed, and in a matter of mere weeks. Looking at them reminds me that miracles are not rare at all–they are, in fact, so commonplace that we often don’t even notice them.
How many times have I passed a bed of flowers in my life, and never stopped to appreciate the colors, the textures, the sheer variety? Not to mention the ability to perpetuate themselves indefinitely.
Makes you think, doesn’t it?
In some ways, all the flowers that have ever been on Earth, or ever will be, are here right now. Ditto every other living thing with the power to reproduce.
Most amazing of all? Some people actually believe this is accidental. Perhaps they ought to take a much closer look at a zinnia….
