We are forever blessed to have beautiful plants full of wonderful blossoms spreading the fragrance of love and forgiveness. We are in awe of the tough little plants that struggle to flower. They battle day in day out just to survive. Their struggle inspires us and reminds us of how fortunate many of us are.
Who can forget our sunflowers? They are the joys of our lives always so full of optimism. Their beautiful faces pointed toward the sun spreading happiness and hope. They bring smiles to our faces just being in their presence.
We have the mournful weeds full of negativity. But rather than discarding them if we spend time to place them in the right setting we often find their mournfulness fades. With that their simple beauty radiates.
The dark thorns hide in the corners. Their hearts are black. Those we remove without hesitation. For to leave them risks losing everything. They spread like wildfire choking everything they touch.
Like, all good gardens our garden of life ebbs and flows with the seasons. The magic and rebirth of spring, the joy of summer, the struggle with the change of autumn and the darkness and cold of winter. The kaleidoscope of colour and emotion growing and fading in intensity as each season passes.
If we nurture our garden of life and treat it with love and kindness, our rewards will be many. If we continue to plant the right seeds and to lavish our garden with understanding and compassion and with acceptance of the beauty that difference brings to our lives our garden of life will flourish. Our harvest will be rich. If we treat our garden poorly and if we continue to plant and associate with dark thorns, our garden will be barren and dry. It will diminish us.
For as with all gardens we reap what we sow. Life is no different.
