Wildflowers

Yesterday I spread yellow wildflower seeds, a gift from a neighbor who harvested the seeds from her plants. Then I put up two signs: “Wildflowers growing. Do not enter. Thank you.”

Early in the pandemic, I spread wildflower seeds, a mixture, beside my office window. The blues, reds, whites, yellows, golds lift my spirits when they bloom. But right now they are mostly brown, so today I prune and pull to make room for the color that awaits.

A time for planting. A time for pruning. All for the same end—beauty that lifts my spirit.

You write it: What are you doing to lift your spirit?