Thankful, grateful, truly blessed
by these flowers of faithfulness.
I grew up with violets. My mother grew violets. My father grew violets. On the kitchen windowsill, in the bathroom around the tub they bloomed. Pink, lilac, violet, a splash of flamboyant color when everything else was brown.
A little water, a little pruning, a little fertilizer, a lot of sunlight, is really all they need to thrive, but for some reason many people shy away from growing them, intimidated by their care. If you want a plant you can forget about entirely, a violet is definitely not the plant for you, but if you devote a minute or two each day to it then you can have a beautiful bloomer. You just need to be a bit attentive, daily devoted…faithful.
These are my two:
Found at a yard sale, in amongst the detritus of another’s life, brown, crumbling leaves, root bound, unblooming, unloved. I couldn’t leave them, destined as they were for the trash heap. I knew with just a bit of care, they could recover, thrive, become something beautiful once again. They just needed some devotion, some faithfulness.
Day third: I’m thankful for my orphaned violets and the lesson about life that they teach.