Wildflowers

 

Every year was the same.

She ordered several pounds of assorted wildflowers, enchanted by the photos in the catalog- veritable blankets of color.

Meticulously hand-pulling the unwanted grasses and weeds from her wildflower area, she’d scatter the seeds, heart filled with hope that this year, this year would be different.

Then, she waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Eventually, several brave seedlings would appear, and she watched them breathlessly, fingers crossed.

Did they bloom? Some did. Others did not.

Did the ones that bloomed self-seed for the following year?

Almost never.

But she never gave up.

There was always next year.