“Has the day of miracles ceased?” Absolutely not. I do think, however, that most people (including yours truly) go through their days without truly noticing the abundance of miraculous things and events in our surroundings. What am I leading up to? The fact that my itty bitty flower bed is becoming a happening place for plant life. When we moved into this house the front yard was so hopeless looking that we just ignored it…literally shielded our eyes from it and refused to acknowledge its barren and yet overgrown aspects. Some spots were bereft of anything alive and lovely, while others were so overgrown with tangled roots hat we nearly despaired of every beautifying the yard.
“Let’s start with baby steps,” I suggested, and that’s what we did. I sowed some seeds in the small bed beside the front steps and have been watching the changes for several weeks. First the tiny green shoots that were indistinguishable (to my untrained eyes) from weeds appeared, and day by day, they’ve gotten taller and more like real plants. This morning I spied not one, not two, but three hot pink vinca flowers. Plus, I saw a few buds that look like they could be sunflowers getting ready to burst into bloom. The zinnias are quite tall but no buds or blooms have appeared yet.
If putting tiny seeds in the ground and having them mysteriously transform into flowers is not a miracle, what is?