Spread the seed. Water. And wait.
They look like weeds at first, because often the journey to beauty and healing isn’t pretty.
And then they bloom.
Giving to the bees and butterflies.
And joy to us.
And then they go to seed.
Feeding the birds.
And planting themselves to bloom again next year.
Bury what needs to die.
Nurture to heal and grow.
Wildflowers, the gift that keeps on giving.