Perseverance is a word that best describes the petunias that came up in my garden this year. Several appeared voluntarily from the ones I planted last year. Seeds I didn’t’ realize were in the soil. I never went to the greenhouse. I was surprised to see them and decided to transplant them into pots that were strewn around the garden to protect them – then more appeared.
They popped up in the garden and bloomed in colors from white, to pink, to purple. They managed to survive the Oklahoma August (some people don’t do that) and bloomed through fall. They are still going, and it has frozen several times. It was 29 degrees this morning and we long ago quit watering and covered the hydrants outside for protection from the elements. The flower is beginning to fade a little but every morning it is still there.
It’s been a tough year for the whole world. The pandemic threatens to take out humans and animals alike – but still the petunias bloom.
We had an ice storm in October that tried to kill most of our trees – but still the petunias bloom.
We had a little snow – but still the petunias bloom.
Thanksgiving is done and we’re into the Christmas season. My tree is up, and I’ve started my shopping – but still the petunias bloom.
Maybe they are the hope that this world needs at a time when hope is in short supply. Persevering petunias could become our mantra and our symbol of hope.
What’s in your garden this week?