Full Circle Zinnias

                      Recently my sister -in- law  gave me these zinnia seeds.
                                                 

            

I had admired her row of colourful zinnia faces when we were there  in the summer time. 

                                                                                                                     

So she picked some of the heads gone to seed to plant next year.

I thanked her, and asked if she wanted me to pay her, she laughed and said "no, these seeds likely came from some that you had given me years ago."

Isn't that neat,I think to myself...after all these years and the zinnias simply grow, bloom, rest.  Grow,bloom,rest.
A relentless life circle of dying in order to propagate and produce. 


Relentless,yes it really does feel that way. We put down seeds whether literally or figuratively. We can never be fully prepared for the prudence required in maintaining the seeds. Some years there seems to be little for the labour we've extended.
 It feels unfair at times, for other people's gardens    are flourishing, and we think we've toiled longer and harder than they have.


I sift the zinnia seeds through  my fingers, the ones she said likely came from me.
I breathe a prayer for seeds I've sown, ones I am waiting on to take root, ones I know are there, but need time and the seasons elements to condition and strengthen.

        I must be patient and always hopeful for next years garden.

                         

 Let us not grow weary in doing good,
                for in due season we shall reap,
                          if we do not give up.  Galatians 6:9