Bejeweled by the Rain

The first year of the pandemic I was at home a lot.  As many of us were.  One of my escapes was to discover the gardens around my home which I had never paid any attention to before.  During that time, I became obsessed with the centers of flowers. The center of a daylily, the sunset-colored beauty here, is called a throat.  I'm no longer obsessed with the getting close enough to count the pollen on those perky black stamen protruding from a flower throat these days.  However, I was completely taken in and awed by this guy the other morning after a long night of rain.  Looking like one of my granddaughters was up all night carefully bejewelling each and every petal on this daylily with diamonds and pearls, I can't stop staring at this bloom.  Bejeweled by the rain.  I find it all so miraculous. And odd.  I purchased twelve incredibly beautiful orange, red, yellow Gerber daisy plants that have pretty much became bug food despite my fertilizing, watering, watching them with hopeful eyes.  And yet, clumps of daylilies that I pay absolutely no attention to, bloom in large groups of multiple flowers in every flower bed in my yard.  Without an ounce of my urging.  Let things be I whisper to myself although I can't always hear.  Sure, go get the expensive plants that are hard to manage but, turn around and just admire. Take in the joy that presents itself when I simply open the door. I think about this in my life.  It's not just taking the path of least resistance.  It's hearing, seeing, feeling the path that beckons.