Sunday, July 10, 2016
Can Flowers Change Your Life?
Can Flowers Change Your Life? I.
October 18, 2015
They change mine. The first frost warnings
are out. I planted zinnias late–the big ones,
mixed colors. I had to dig out high weeds,
fertilize, and then sow the fragile seed.
Grass flourished as the seeds became
seedlings, so I dug out the grass. Then
Wag became obsessed with unearthing
voles. I scolded but her deeper instincts
were at work. She must remove the voles
herself. I put down cayenne pepper
and fox urine granules. Some of the
voles moved into the lawn, but others
merely hunkered down and waited.
Meantime the flowers rose on long,
healthy stems and began to bloom.
By then it was September. Undeterred
by wind that pushed them over or
erratic rain–too little or too much--they
held high their blazing reds, oranges, pinks,
whites, yellows, lavenders. Once when I
set a bouquet on the front stoop, a butterfly
found them and left reluctantly. Every time
I see them in their part of the garden, in my
kitchen, on my dining table, or traveling
in my car to give a friend, they tell me
everything will be okay. I seem to need
reminding more and more these years,
They bloomed, they still bloom, they keep
on blooming. Only a hard frost will still
their cheerful voices.