Underneath my deck lives a bunch of dirt. There are shovels and holes from my daughters’ ditch-digging play (I’m not entirely sure what they’re doing, but I hope they find fossils for a millions year old allosaurus that we can sell to a museum for beaucoup bucks). There are weeds, there is grass, and there might even be s-n-a-k-e-s down there (I’ve never seen one, but it’s just the kind of place a yucky snake would live, and I’m certainly not wanting to trip over one).
But today, while walking outside with Pumpkin I saw a flash of color. I ducked beneath the deck (it wasn’t made for me to be walking underneath it, for sure), and found a sunflower.
We didn’t plant it.
We didn’t water it (thanks Mother Nature for all that rain, bee tee dubs).
There’s not even any exposure to sun under the deck.
And yet it grows.
And from this my mind can spin on forever.
It makes me think that you should always keep your eyes open because there’s beauty to be found in the least expected places. That even where once there was only dirt, sometimes flowers grow – that you can start with dirt and even unaided, with no deliberate help, amazing things can bloom.
Or sometimes a flower is just a flower. I don’t know. I’ve had no coffee today and I’ve been muddled up with a migraine.
But man, it’s pretty.
And now I will go back to ignoring it so it doesn’t die.