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.
As we move from summer to fall - the dying wildflowers drop seeds that are eventually covered with fall leaves. Then comes the snow of winter which moistens the soil. Finally, the seeds come to life again in the spring, bringing forth the next generation of flowers.
