Allegorical Daisies

Once upon a time, I was given a grow-your-own daisy kit for Valentine’s Day – you know, one of those little guys you can get at Target’s dollar bin.  I thought it was awesome, because I strongly prefer living plants over cut flowers. (Seriously, I just don’t get it.  You’re cutting off the flowers to bring them inside to die?  It’s like. . . mounting a deer head for your den.  Only the deer is creepier and lasts longer.  Oh, and don’t even get me started on the importance of buying Fair Trade flowers.)


I did my very best to care for those symbolic little seedlings.  But they never flowered.

The next summer,  I’d go out on my walks up the road and see hundreds of wild daisies.  I shared this photo with the caption, “I have to smile when I see the wild #daisies flourishing, in contrast to the ones I carefully nurtured from seeds that never bloomed. It’s a symbolic reminder to me that God is the one who causes things to grow.”  It was bittersweet but gave me hope.

Wild Daisies

This year I’m seeing those happy little flowers and they feel more like a slap in the face.

The end.

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