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Some know that I am a gardener. I love the growing months. Since moving from my home I have missed my garden. The city enriches my urban side with a wealth of restaurants, cultural events and a vibrancy that the suburbs lacks. However my soul longs for the beauty that only butterflies covering a butterfly bush sipping nectar or a perfect white peony opening because of the ants that feed off of it can bring to my soul. So I find myself this summer of beautiful weather missing the beauty of Mother Nature. The wildness of her nature enthralls me. I love how she carries her beauty with the wind picking up seeds and leaving her kiss randomly. My path through the neighborhood is filled with vacant lots, broken glass and stands of weeds. Recently I spotted a patch of wild growing scented geranium walking my dog and stopped to pick a piece, rub it and inhaled it’s sweet scent.
This morning I spotted Mother Nature doing her best to bring beauty amidst the urban blight that surrounds so many of us in our day to day existence. The thing about Mother she doesn’t slap you in the face with her handiwork. She deposits her love and if you are lucky you will find her present and enjoy. So this morning I spied a tiny Morning Glory vine creeping up the fence of an abandoned building. This building that stands empty and neglected with a yard full of weeds growing wild has made room for this tiny beauty. Now the gardener in me knows Morning Glories and understand their growth pattern. I know that this is only the beginning. If left untended every year they will grow bigger and bigger creating a fence of beauty. They will intertwine and take over. I might not ever see the end result but I know the potential that lies within this little plant.
I now think about my own plants, my children. I have been blessed to be Mother Nature in my life. I can still remember carrying these beautiful people within my being and welcoming them into the world. I nurtured and helped them to grow to maturity. I tried not to control their growth too much but leave a certain wildness of spirit that would allow them to continue to grow without my constant nurturing. I have loved them enough to understand that one day they will feel the wind on their skin and be lifted from me to begin the growth cycle. My Morning Glories are fully grown, beautiful, smart and ready to face the world. I wonder what flowers they will fill my vase with?