2025 Week 18 · A Little Wild — and That’s OK
My yard brims with plants, yet every spring I’m most eager for the wildflowers. They’re an unpredictable confetti: whatever palette nature feels like painting with that year suddenly appears.
Through blistering heat and surprise cold snaps they stand tall, blooming long after roses and irises have bowed out. Some volunteer again the next season; others blaze just once— all of them reminders that resilience can look different every time.
One ordinary afternoon I turn into the driveway and gasp: overnight the patch has exploded into color. It’s a private firework show that anyone can see.
On the days my motivation sags, I remember those blooms. They arrive fashionably late, yet when they do, bees, butterflies and birds throw a party. Neighbors slow down, smiling at the spectacle. The flowers aren’t chasing likes or applause; they simply do their work— quietly, fearlessly, with integrity.
And that is the inspiration I carry back to my keyboard.
