That was one of my mother's old sayings and probably a tongue in cheek description of what I felt was a separate post, but really a continuation of the unrequited love post.
I think sometimes we plant seeds of love and hope they grow and bloom. This is a more "structured" way of seeking: joining clubs, going to parties, or having an online dating profile. For someone who isn't looking for romantic love this can take the form of planting spiritual seeds of love in want of a deeper relationship with God (slowly seeking through disciplined prayer and genuinely meant good works).
Other times, love comes unexpectedly, akin to stumbling upon a beautiful flower in a field (much like religious experiences can also come suddenly and without prior intellectual or disciplinary preparation).
In the first case, we must be prepared to accept the possibility our garden may not grow and bloom, because our lives can be as uncontrollable and unpredictable as nature.
In the latter case, perhaps the more intoxicating form of love, we can be tempted to snip a flower off its bush and have it for ourselves, only to realize its fragrance and beauty can only last so long before the poor flower wilts.
We can then only be appreciative and thankful for the flower no matter how much we want to take it with us. The flower doesn't belong to us but the flower is with us and we are with it and when we appreciate that perhaps we might walk back home and finally, in the back of the little garden, find a little sprout in the dirt.
Photo Credit: Mr. Mac 2009, on Flickr.
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