Taking Chances

Sometimes we’re afraid to plant ourselves somewhere new. We’re not sure if we’ll thrive, be happy, and grow. But we take a chance.

Seeds

The flowers aren’t the only ones wilting. I am, too. My body is fine; it’s my brain that seems parched.

The twitch of a rabbit’s ears or the fluff of a cotton ball tail as a bunny disappears into the weeds is irresistible to me.

Why don’t they stay longer than just a few seconds after getting what they thought they wanted?

The garden is overflowing with flowers, just as my husband said it would.