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.
This Zinnia celebrates its uniqueness by wearing a crown of striking gold. 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 wallflower…a single, beautiful, red-head.
He loves me, but he loves me not. She loves me, but she loves me not. One mustn't pluck the petals in such a way. The tender soul needs to be nurtured, down to the root and 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 rises, and stars bloom like flowers above. Life changes constantly yet remain the same. Down below, in the silence, in the stillness, in the darkness, the garden grows unafraid.
Photos: Zinnias is growing in my mother's garden by my father's barn.
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