Oh, how they hold the sun within, these gloriously yellow gerbera blooms. Kin to dahlias, daisies, marigolds, calendulas, coneflowers, chrysanthemums, zinnias, and the great towering sunflowers, they drink in summer's morning light and store it within the frilly tutus of their lavish petals.
Little earthbound suns, they dish out abundance like honey, and even the old garden roses behind them are moved and uplifted by their frothy golden magnificence, by their almost imperceptible swaying movement, by the soft, sighing music of their duet with the wind.
Now and then, I falter as all living creatures must from time to time. On dreary days, I mourn the paucity of light in the world beyond my windows and find myself filled with vague longings and a gentle melancholy.
Then I remember how my garden loves the light in summer, and I am renewed by the remembrance, do a little blooming of my own within. If I could only take in light and store it as flowers do in their season - I am working on it.
2 comments:
My husband bought two pots of gerbera daisies, and they are worth more to me than dozens of cut roses! Holding the sun within, that is a lovely thought for us all.
I'm so attracted to the yellow flowers! Then my camera doesn't capture them worth a hoot. So at least I can look deeply into their beauty...just plunge into the reflections of sunshine!
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