I am impatient with the flowers I'm growing from seed this year - after a cool spring, it has taken forever to get the first nasturtium and zinnia. The end of summer looms. I know from experience that growing things takes time, so why the impatience? Is there a deeper issue with my soul?
Nature is extravagant with seed-planting, spreading seeds on the wind. I spread seeds in particular spots, sparingly, where I have loosened the soil, added some compost, and expect them to grow.