Success In Simplicity

nurture

May 4

It’s like a gift, wrapped in birdsong, tied with morning’s sun. An early start to day-long permission to do nothing more than putter at the potting bench, dig in the soil, rearrange the flowerbeds. When a full-round spring has had your attention stitched elsewhere, when the minutes inside have far outweighed those outside, day’s like this really do feel like excitement tied with a bow.

I’m a dreamer, grand-planner with the best of ‘em. This here, that there, all lush and vigor and blooms. All the varieties, the coordinated bloom time, the coordinated colors, the orchestration of it all.

But then, in the middle of the grand-planning hoopla, there’s that feeling of overwhelm with the big ideas, the small of me, and the scatter of available time. It’s refreshing, then, to remember simplicity. To remember that a handful of varieties are just as beautiful as fifty. To remember that there are flower seeds that sprout so quickly, you can start them in early May, and that others would rather be plunked straight into the cold spring soil outside, anyway. To remember that seasons are seasons, and this one is for the uncomplicated, the doable.