The Wildflowers

Each spring, a blossom of wildflowers appear from the earth, near a ditch as I travel daily to work.

There is one particular blue flower that has always caught my eye. The colors are beautiful. Depending on how sunny the day is, you can get a glimpse of its light blue to lilac colors creating a lovely and colorful landscape.

This spring, I noticed a wildflower garden started to blossom in my yard. I’ve often thought that those lovely blue flowers from the ditch would look great in that bed alongside other wildflowers. Every day I drive past the flowers thinking, “I’ll stop on my way home and dig them.”


But I’ll think to myself “I don’t have the time today…I’ll stop by tomorrow” Whatever the reason, I never stopped to dig them.

One day on my way home from work, I was saddened to see that the highway department had mowed the ditches, and the lovely blue flowers were all gone. I thought to myself, “Way to go, you waited too long. You should have done it when you first saw them blooming this spring.”

I do believe God gives us the time and choice to plant wonderful memories in our lives. It’s up to us to decide what to do with the opportunity.

Always find time for loved ones and never take them for granted. Remember it is so much more enjoyable to say ”I’m glad I did” THAN “I wish I had”.

And yes, if I see the blue flowers again, you can bet I’ll stop and transplant them to my wildflower garden.


Published by SpiritualJourney17

He who knows others is wise. He who knows himself is enlightened. Tao Te Ching

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