If you love flowers, and gardens and being in an open field first thing in the morning, then you are pretty much in heaven harvesting blooms at Silver Lake Farms here in Los Angeles…which is where I’ve found myself for the past few days.
There is something magnetic, magical and healing about a sea of flowers, all reaching for the sun, offering food for the bees and beauty for the eyes. Flowers don’t hold back. They give you everything and are totally open for those willing to slow down and be with them fully – this is how I like to be, too.
Poets ponder them, painters paint them and gardeners have the pleasure of tending them with their (dirt stained) fingers. Out in the field, I think of the single seed that produced an entire mass of blooms, and how lucky I am to watch this process, learn from it and experience the beauty (and challenges) that come up along the way.
In this instant gratification world, gardening reminds me that growth is a process, and that more times than not, beautiful things take time, patience and a willingness to sustain heat or pests or any number of nuisances. Weeds will come, fingers will bleed, but there is a moment out in the field, where it all comes together, and your heart bursts open like the tender bouquet of pink dahlias and zinnias overflowing in your hands.
Yes Jill. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Thank you for sharing. I can see all the light and joy bursting forth from those flowers. They are magical teachers and examples of resilience. Simply Stunning.