Seeing the future

So many times I pause and ponder the future.

Tonight,

as I looked at the new beds of perennials I have created,

I was blessed.

Being a gardener for a while now,

I am privileged to have experienced the absolute

beauty of a garden at it's height of loveliness.

As I stood looking at the beds that now contain all my beloved flowers,

I could see the future.

In my mind,

the yellows, reds and purples are ablaze.

The butterflies are floating on the breeze

and I am smiling,

covered in dirt.

I dug the roots deep enough,

that at this time of year,

there should be little transplant shock.

I'll baby them if need be for a week or two.

Then,

I'll watch as they begin to awaken,

spread together,

and form

a carpet

of color.

I am so grateful for the flowers,

for this day,

for my children.

...my job, my friends, my family.

It is hard to let go of the past.

There is a sense of emptiness...

a little melancholy.

Sometimes my faith falters.

I quiver a little and hesitate as I step forward.

Then,

I am blessed with simple things like...

worms,

blackberry bushes,

and dirt that won't come out from under my nails....

I have to smile.

Despite my small whimper...

I know,

I don't have to form a

"Cry Baby Club".

The world will be o.k.

I pray that when your emotions overshadow your good sense,

that you will be given what you need to keep walking.

I hope you know,

that if you sometimes feel the need,

to form your own local chapter of the,

"Cry Baby Club",

you are in good company!

I hope you find peace and happiness on your journey...

and maybe,

a worm or two!

May you be blessed!