The thing I love about wildflowers is that they are almost unexpected. They shoot out from the earth on their own time and grow and stretch unapologetically towards the sun. They tend to be quite scattered and sometimes bunched up and entangled with the weeds, sharing space and being welcoming. Their beauty is so natural, it feels as though they could not possibly be accurate, but they are, like some unimaginable alien presence that is designed to ease my soul and delight my eyes. I have nothing against the purchased flowers. They are adopted into homes and on land to embody the image of joy, sun, welcoming, and proper landscape etiquette. They are the chosen ones. The wildflowers in my yard sprouted from pure laziness on my end. I did not feel the desire to pluck the small weeds as they began to sprout, I did not plant the herbs that I had agreed upon with my husband, who does most of the cooking…as I do most of the heating-up type meals. The flowers came out of my shame, my inability to create a beautifully planned landscape.
As it turns out, I have a lot in common with the wildflowers. My brain, as I am learning more about it, is disorganized, and chaotic at times, and it all results in some beautiful mess with ugly parts, but always the intention to thrive and live my best life. I would recommend that we all embrace our wild sides..forgive them, and let them grow, as always, towards the sun.
xo
Sincerely,
Michelle Lee Stuart
a picture I took recently of Wildflowers on Mackinac Island
Oh, Michelle, I love this so much! 100% true. Whether there's drought or torrential rain for weeks on end, they are survivors and gift us with so much unattended beauty. Thank you for writing this. The beautiful "weeds" will be your friends forever now. 🌸💚
I enjoyed the read. I was thinking of you over the past month. I had noticed your absence of writing/posts. I hope all is going well with your writing and enjoy your summer.