The flowers I recently planted are important to me.

A few weeks back they were all I cared about. They were what I woke up for. Each morning I’d head outside, even in my pjs, and walk to each plant to see how they were, and sometimes speak to them or pick off dead flowers or leaves.

One morning I woke up to several of them in a clump on the grass. When I went outside it looked like a critter dug them out, ate some, carried others away and left the rest out on the grass. Maybe it wasn’t a critter…maybe a person…or the fox I saw the other night? I bet on the fox.

Immediately I went to the hardware store, explained my situation and was told I want the fox around- they take care of the rabbits, and they were the likely culprit. They sold me deer and rabbit repellent that states would not harm plants or animals. So far it is working and I’ve replaced the discarded plants.

As I write this, I look at them and they appear to be flourishing. Tonight, after clients, I will soak them with water, and in the morning say hello to them, making sure they are okay.

My thoughts are telling me this is a boring post. Why tell the people about the flowers…? I suppose, as I investigate deeper, it’s about trust, showing up and working with what I have. As I stated in my last post, I have not written here in over a year. There are so, so many reasons why.

To write again, or at all, is to trust. I sit, set a timer, open up and hear the word flower. Then, I hear judgment: boring. And I keep writing.

For me, right now, it is the act of it, more than content. It is the showing up for it even through judgment. It is the sharing, even though boring. It is the waking up for what I have, flowers. 🌷

Thanks,

~Nikki, The Soul Reporter