What would the wildflowers say?

What would the wildflowers say as their seeds lie germinating in the frozen earth, under the snow, waiting what seems like an eternity before fruition? Would they remain positive in their thoughts of the promise of Spring in a few months, or would they worry about all of the diversity in our beautiful world?

Just like the buried seeds of wildflowers, I find myself tending to hibernation as the first snow arrives to cover up the tasks that need tending, even after my own warnings to get things done before the snow flies. The daylight becomes shorter, and the sun suddenly becomes shy.

Although shorter daylight has been happening since June, somehow it’s in your face and real as Autumn Equinox is done with us.

Do I look at all of the darkness in the world filled with COVID viruses, hate, unrelenting racism, shortages of every manner, sky high prices and ugliness? Or do I see the shining light at the end of a very dark tunnel, opening onto a sunshine-filled meadow and greeted by fields of Texas Bluebonnets and all the blooming Wildflowers sprung to life, the buzzing of hungry bees so grateful for their nourishing meals that sustain them in their daily honey manufacturing employment?

To look on the dark, negative side that winter often evokes, is a slippery slope that forces one to look on the outside, blame others, and keeps one prisoner of one’s own making. Why do that when we are in charge of our own reality and have only to memorize the positive and know without a doubt that the natural order of things will eventually wake us up to the approaching endless wildflowers that follow the rules and never complain.

Winter Solstice, the shortest day of the year, will soon be here to give promise of increasing light that we all need to thrive and survive, and like the wildflowers begin to awaken from our own germination with thoughts of growth in mind.