Six zinnias grow along the driveway. I planted the seventh in a pot on our deck. Each get watered regularly, has been fed, and gets plenty of sun. All seven have produced buds and secondary blooms; all seven stand tall with lovely green leaves. Their beauty pleases me, as does the fact that each of them thrives under my care.
Every year, I pot a bunch of plants, scatter them on stands and tables, and minister to them on a daily basis through the spring and summer. I go for easy stuff: begonias in the sun, impatiens in the shade. Zinnias are new for me, whether in the ground or in pots. I’m more pleased about these zinnias than I expected to be. Call it proof of life; call it zinnias as metaphor. When I sit on the porch sipping my tea, I feel that I’ve accomplished something wonderful.
Love the metaphor!
Thanks, Cindy!