The Sunlight Always Comes...

That morning I walked into my kitchen and saw a stream of light coming through one of the windows. “Could it be?”, I thought. You see, we’d had 7 days of rain. Misty Days. Foggy Days. Dreary Days. Not our typical early summer weather. I grabbed my coffee and walked to the back door. I pulled the curtain aside and had to shield my eyes from the intense sunlight. I smiled. I quietly opened the door so as not the wake the others in the house and silently padded outside.

As I looked around, I felt like I had been away from the garden for weeks instead of days. It seemed as if everything had blossomed and grown in the span of those dark days. As I wandered down my stone path, I gazed at the hydrangeas, daylilies and my new rose begonias. Their blooms seemed to be smiling at me with their intense colors of blue, burgundy, orange and yellow.

Around the bend of the path I came upon the hummingbird feeder surrounded by zinnias and cosmos of many colors. I see one little hummer friend perched on the feeder for an early morning treat. This is a bright spot in the garden for sure.

I stop and sit on the stone bench shaded by an old dogwood tree. Blooms already gone for this season and replaced by shiny green leaves. I sit surrounded by beauty. Quiet. Content. I notice the sunlight dancing on a leftover raindrop and I think about how my garden is really a symbol of my life. I started out small like a seed. No real idea of where my life was going. I grew some. Had some setbacks and then recovered. Grew some more and then bloomed right where I needed to be.

Sometimes we have dreary days, weeks and even years in our lives. Then, when we’re not expecting it, the sun peeks in and says, “I’m here, you can come out and play now.”





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