Oh, how they capture and hold the sun within, these buttery yellow gerbera blooms. Kin to dahlias, daisies, marigolds, calendulas, coneflowers, chrysanthemums, zinnias, and the great towering sunflowers, they drink in morning light and store it within the frilly tutus of their lavish petals. The capitulum appears to be a single flower, but each is a community made up of hundreds of tiny individual blooms.
Little earthbound suns, gerbera dish out abundance like honey, and other garden flowers behind them are moved and uplifted by their frothy golden magnificence, by their almost imperceptible swaying movement, by the soft, sighing music of their duet with the wind.
Now and then, I falter as all living creatures must from time to time. On dreary days, I mourn the paucity of light in the world beyond my windows and find myself filled with vague longings and a gentle melancholy.
Then I remember how my garden loves the light in early summer, and I am moved by the remembrance to do a little blooming of my own within. If I could only take in light and store it as flowers do in their season - I am working on that.
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And you, too, are made up of a community of millions of tiny blossoms!
Thank you, Cate, for the reminder that flowers can be uplifting, especially when my spirit falters. Gratefully, Linda :o)
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