all the hope you can fit
on the head of a pin
Less than a week after starting my first tray of seeds, teeny tiny babies have poked their heads through the soil. This little petunia is smaller than a straight pin just now, a quarter inch tall, fragile, delicate, full of hope.
Yet this miniscule speck of color is enough to make me happy, simply because it’s green.
Each year I am amazed at this small miracle. A seed smaller than a speck of ground pepper will become a big mound of purple flowers by midsummer.
One of the little things in life that puts a big smile on my face.
Ordinary magic showing up yet again.
And as always, it’s everything, and enough.
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