Here in the desert of southern New Mexico, the arrival of the first flowers in spring is a very special moment.The little yellow flowers, here called "Poppies," are one of very few species who can make this barren and dry land their home - at least for a few precious weeks.
Initially, it's just one yellow spot. The little flower opens to the sun and at sunset, it closes for the night.
A few days later, it is joined by other poppies, and together they form a small patch. Soon, the desert floor is dotted with several yellow-orange patches.
It fills my heart with sheer delight to just glance at them on my way from the driveway to the house.
I have not planted them.
I have not watered them.
I have not prepared the soil in any way.
Yet, here they are:
Messengers from a wonderful and eternal rhythm.
And I am invited to participate with a joyful and humble heart.
What are the first flowers in your area?
What do they tell you?
Here is an insightful quote from Brother David Steindl-Rast:
A single crocus blossom ought to be enough
to convince our heart
that springtime,
no matter how predictable,
is somehow
a gift, gratuitous, gratis, a grace.
Brother David Steindl-Rast has a wonderful website that you find at: http://www.gratefulness.org/index.htm
