The Beauty of Flowers


I remember when I didn’t care much for flowers. “Why give flowers as a gift? That’s the dumbest gift in the history of gifting! They die and you’re left with nothing but a memory.” Then, I birthed a daughter. The kind of daughter who when she was three years old would sit beside the flower bed just to look at the tulips and marvel at them. “Mommy, look at how this petal’s pink is different from that petal’s pink! Look at how that one curves!” Did you know that tulips are not all the same? Each flower is unique. God used that little girl to awaken in me an appreciation for the beauty He created. She still helps me to stop to perceive what I see.

Each spring our anticipation builds as we begin to see new growth following a season of cold, brown, hard earth. It is God’s annual reminder to me that though the ground appears lifeless and cold, He is doing a new thing. My eyes cannot see what activity goes on in the depths of the soil. Eventually the air changes, the colors of the grasses and trees change, and the ground brings forth freshly painted flowers–beautiful fruit born from His hidden work.

Each year we have new roses, lilies 3 feet tall, phlox, gardenias, morning glories, petunias, begonias, azaleas, and some wild flowers. I am not really a cutter. I enjoy seeing them outside, splashes of color all over the yard. Sometimes I cut off some gardenia because I love to fill the house with its fragrance, but for the most part I leave them on their stems. This reminds me of an Emerson poem that I like. I thought sharing it for this carnival theme appropriate.

The Rhodora: on being asked, whence is the flower?
by Ralph Waldo Emerson

In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,
I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods,
Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook,
To please the desert and the sluggish brook.
The purple petals, fallen in the pool,
Made the black water with their beauty gay;
Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool,
And court the flower that cheapens his array.
Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why
This charm is wasted on the earth and sky,
Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing,
Then Beauty is its own excuse for being:
Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose!
I never thought to ask, I never knew:
But, in my simple ignorance, suppose
The self-same Power that brought me there brought you.

These bloomed in our garden last week. Aren’t they gorgeous with the morning sun behind them?!

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3 thoughts on “The Beauty of Flowers

  1. Good to see your joy back. Aren’t you grateful God doesn’t let us stay in the self-pity for very long.By the world’s standards aren’t daughters the most impractical gift of all. But what a true blessing from the Lord. I have one of those daughters that is bubbly and social and sees things I never see in the beauty of the world around her. She is just like I was at her age and somehow lost as I got older. I thank God for giving her to me just as I was getting old and crusty. She is almost 12 and hormonal, but a true joy in my life.

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  2. “. . . the ground brings forth freshly painted flowers–beautiful fruit born from His hidden work.”what a great sentence!!I love your take on this! Thanks for sharing. What a great reminder!

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  3. My three year old likes to garden, but I’m the one who can look at things for hours. It’s a good reminder to us all not to overlook the small moments in life.Your roses are lovely.

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