I love to admire plants. I love the variety of them. I love that they grow in unexpected places. I love to watch them grow and see their progress as time goes on. I was talking with my one friend the other day and we both discussed our interest in the beauty and stability of plants.
It is interesting to think that plants sit in one place. They don’t move and it would be quite scary if they could. We can freely pass by plants and I often do. I pass by the same plants everyday. It is crazy to see that my life is ever changing while these flowers, trees, and weeds may be growing, but don’t actually move and change with me. It makes me wonder how many people see the same plants that I pass by everyday. How many other people have crazy hectic lives but find peace in the beauty of a daisy or pine tree?
I love it when I pass by a little crack on the sidewalk and I see a little daisy or a little weed blooming through the cracks. These plants somehow made it through the cracks and imperfections in the sidewalk. It kind of reminds me of people who bloom or grow through the adversities in their lives. They are softer and more beautiful than ever. Like the flowers that bloom through the cracks in the sidewalks.
During the winter time the plants in my mother’s garden get buried by mountains of snow. But once the spring time hits the plants all grow back. They all look as beautiful as they were the spring before. It is not too late to rebloom. It is not too late to be new.
Maybe i’m just thinking too much into the life of a plant. But I can’t help but think of these things as I stop by and snap a picture of the plants I see throughout my day. There is something to be said about the beauty of a growing and thriving plant.