Late blooming plants are typically defined as those plants that become more robust as summer flaunts its last hurrah. By a gardener’s definition, a late bloomer is that plant that still thrives when the weather cools and summer fades.
Spring is approaching so it will become pretty clear soon that this post is not so much about the late blooming plant as it is about the late blooming human. Me, that is.
I came late to my life. You may ask: what do you mean? Late, I think, to the knowledge that life is precious and we must not waste it.
I came late to my life and the realization that each moment holds a possibility that I would be mindful to cherish.
Better late than never is the old saying that reminds us that second chances and renewed possibility exists every moment. Imagine learning that in a single moment we can change the course of our lives – change our understanding of who we are and what we are capable of, change the road we took yesterday to a new road today, change our thoughts of our life and those in it. Sometimes life does that for us. We are handed a deck of cards that changes our outlook forever.
Every moment gives us a choice, to be one way or the other and to see life, one way or the other. We are not victims of circumstance. We have the power to view the current circumstance and the next in a way that will either defeat us or define us as victims or victors.
I drove along a country road today with my husband and captured beauty and a day that I will always treasure. I find these moments cherished gifts of companionship and splendid scenery.
It’s not too late to experience this and more. We may be late bloomers in our recognition of the true meaning in life, but we are bloomers nevertheless. In the garden, the same is true. In every season, in every moment, there is a new discovery that reminds us of life’s mystery and equally perfect gift of splendor and magic.