Planting potted flowers is a highlight of late spring for me. Various blooms adorn my porch, decorate my patio and delight my landscape.
This love of annual plantings has been contracted by my children, becoming of particular interest to my two girls, 5 and 7 years old. With no fear of dirt, they dive elbows deep in potting soil. They take on the watering, delighting in the various settings of the hose’s spray nozzle and they announce with great excitement as each plant unfurls a new bloom. “Mama, did you see this one?” “Come quick, Mama, you have to see the newest flower!”
Time is always of the essence, for some reason. A new bloom sends off sirens and demands attention. But their passion and excitement continues to fuel my own.
I typically plant my pots in a sort of rhythm, a coordinated but not quite matching mix of colors, shapes, sizes and textures. But this year, I took the girls with me to the nursery. “Oh Mom, you have to see this one!” Corals and pinks, scarlet and lavender, striped and speckled, we marveled at the varieties, the colors, the names that rival nail polish shades. “Yes, we definitely need Blackberry Cheesecake Petunias.”
Their enthusiasm had me laughing and exhausted, which sums up most of this life as mom.
We left the nursery with a botanical menagerie of color, returning home to fill our pots with a circus of plants. It doesn’t quite look like Better Homes & Gardens on my patio. But, honestly, there isn’t a single ounce of my life that looks like Better Homes & Gardens. It looks likes real life. A bit wild, a bit unruly, a bit messy, but still blooming.
More often than not, I realize God gave me these children to teach me more than I could ever teach them. Because of them, I’m learning about unadulterated joy and passion. Because of them, I’m learning about simple forms of authentic appreciation and finding beauty in even the messiest of days. And because of them I’m learning there really is beauty even when we color outside the lines.
Even if the flower pots are a bit of a circus this year, to me they’ve never been prettier. Thank God for beauty, even right here in the circus.