My wife was talking to the neighbor when she had noticed that our three-year-old had been gone way too long. As they both looked and called for Jonathan, my wife met him coming out of the house with a cup of water. She explained to him that if he wanted a drink he would need to sit at the kitchen table.
He said, “It’s not for me; it’s for the flowers … the ones that haven’t blossomed yet.”
He then proceeded to randomly give a drink to several dandelion buds.
When was the last time you thought of “the flowers that haven’t blossomed yet?” Winter always lasts too long for me, but it doesn’t need to last too long in our thinking. It’s time to shake out the dead and put on some hope-filled, forward-thinking patterns and see the flowers that will be coming–the ones that haven’t blossomed yet.
And maybe even give them a drink.