We Break for Wildflowers

Wildflowers are some serious business in our world right now.  When we hike, we collect bundles of them. When we go to a park, we seek them. When we are driving and we spot them, we sometimes pull over for them.   When we are walking into the zoo, library, or dry cleaner, we detour for wildflowers.  Sometimes there are fields full.  Sometimes it is a single dandelion sprouting through pavement.

It doesn't really make sense to pick them.  More times than not, they wilt long before they make it into a vase.  The endless picking of them makes hikes not quite such good exercise.  Stopping for them makes errands take that much longer. 

Still, we stop.  We pick. 

Daughters' hands give them, and momma's hands accept them with a smile.  A little piece of momentary beauty given. 
God's creativity held in the palm of your hand. 

How much longer will these blossoms bloom? 
How much longer will picking them bring such joy? 
Further, can those of us who have long sense stopped picking bundles, start again?

For this season, we choose to break for wildflowers.  To watch in wonder at the joy they bring.  Though wildflowers are everywhere, they are easy to miss, aren't they?
(Forgive the blur.  Just thought this photo was precious!)

The busyness and drama of the world can keep us from going below the surface of the very moments that we enter.  In my life, I have known truth and beauty and peace to be ever-present companions that I often sit beside, bemoaning their absence.
~Mark Nepo, The Exquisite Risk