For all intents and purposes, the pots on my deck are planted. As usual, there are a few iffy specimens. One’s little more than a stick with wee buds at the top; one’s looking especially droopy around the edges. It does not bode well, my friends. And yet, I can’t help but give them a chance. I take them out of their plastic containers, give their roots a gentle squeeze, and tuck them into the potting soil, right alongside healthier fellows . . . hoping, perhaps, they’ll encourage one another–that they’ll help each other through.
I’m not sure why I love the underdog so, but I do.
Perhaps it’s because I can relate–there’s a lot I hope to accomplish in my life, and I’m the least bit qualified.
Perhaps it’s because I know God never gives up on us–no matter how weak and straggly, no matter how many others have long ago abandoned ship.
Perhaps it’s because, despite all odds, miracles do blossom every now and again . . . and I like to leave room for them to bloom, right in my backyard.
Aw, I love that you give them a shot. I just planted a bunch of seeds into our planter box, I'm so nervous that they won't come up!
My recent post I like to think of it as the brave choice.
Seeds make me a little neurotic as well–but they're all the more exciting when they come up!
You’re the plant whisperer 🙂 I’m terrible at keeping them Aline, but every spring I try, try again! Perhaps there’s hope fur me yet!
*snicker* That's awesome. Actually, I have an uncle who is the president of a very large garden nursery in Seattle . . . and that's what we call him. Only with him, it's true. With me, not so much–but, like you, I keep trying! One of these years it's bound to pay off, Maddy!
You are welcome to come over and plant things for me anytime – any plant I touch automatically withers and dies
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Well, you should know, it's always a bit iffy with me as well. But I'm nothing if not persistent! 🙂