"Oh, Honey! I LOVE your BEAUTIFUL flowers," exclaimed my 4 year old grandson Jude. "Honey" is my grandmother name. What Jude was looking at was a flowerbed compromised of 3 anemic zinnia plants, almost choked out by every kind of weed known in Central Texas. But Jude saw the flowers.
I used to have a lovely garden when I had more time and better knees to maintain the plants. Nowadays, it is truly survival of the fittest to live in my garden. Zinnias are one flower I can usually keep going in the summer.
Oh, to have the eyes of a child! Eyes that see the flowers, not the weeds surrounding them! Eyes that love us no matter what we look like. Eyes that find the simplest of things to play with - a big box, a spray bottle, a piece of chalk. Eyes that relish the beauty surrounding us - a sunset (when we re sitting in traffic) ; a baby's smile (when they've just made a mess) ; a full moon (when the mosquitoes are having a field day).
I want to choose those child - like eyes - to see the blessings, not the inadequacies. And even though it's only January, I'm looking forward to planing those zinnia seeds because Jude's perspective is a better one!