When we built this house, I sprinkled a packet of wildflower seeds beneath the front patio. The first spring, mostly zinnias grew up. Last year, mostly poppies. This year, all Brown-Eyed Susans and some wild green thing that went to seed and grew taller than I.
I marvel at how what begins in darkness keeps reaching for the light. From seed to sky, may we keep reaching.
Blessings of Light to you,
Anna
