All summer long I watched some stems growing tall and strong in one of my flower gardens. I thought they looked like sunflowers, but they also looked a lot like the weeds I pull out of other nearby beds. I held off pulling them out of the ground. I waited, and waited, and waited some more. One morning recently as I watched L3 get on the bus I noticed there were buds and blooms on most of the stems. Flowers, at last!
So now as most of the rest of the gardens are going dormant for the long season of rest ahead, these bright petals are bursting forth, a reminder of why it’s good for me to continue to cultivate patience. There are some areas in my life I find I am able to be patient and others, well. . . let’s just say that I might be 34, but sometimes I feel more like a 3-year-old.