The language of flowers, do you hear their message? Strong in gentleness, faithful in their offering of beauty. Giving without asking why or how. Flowers speak a language without words, yet the message is deeply rooted in us waiting for rain and sunshine… flowers speak by showing us how to nurture the soul.
This Zinnia seems to celebrate its uniqueness by wearing a crown, striking gold at that. It doesn't seem to mind that it is one of a kind, it doesn't seem out of place amongst the other flowers in the garden. Instead it seems to echo the universal truth by claiming: Be boldly yourself.
Not your average wall flower…a single, beautiful, red-head.
He loves me, he loves me not. She loves me, she loves me not… One mustn't pluck the petals in such a way. The tender soul needs to be nurture. Down to the root, up along the stem of consciousness. Petal by petal, hand in hand, heart to heart. You are loved, you are loved, you are loved…
Evening falls, the sky grows dark, the moon comes up, and stars bloom like flowers up above. Life changes constantly, yet remains the same. Down below in the silence, in the stillness, in the darkness… the garden grows unafraid.
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photos: Zinnias that grew in my Mother's garden against my Father's barn.
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