This was just one of those things that made you think. Or, you can just admire the pretty flower and leave it at that. But if you knew the back story, maybe it would be more inspirational. This was our stone patio between the deck and the garage last summer. Above this barren spot on the corner of the garage there was a hanging basket the year before. Apparently, a seed dropped into the crack in the concrete below. A year later, late summer, after several applications of weed killer to eliminate the weeds in the area, and hundreds of footfalls, this bloom appeared. No fertilizer, watering, or protection from sun. No encouragement, not planned, not wanted.
Rather than pulling it out, we walked around it for the next several months, expecting to find it dead each day. Noticing it daily, admiring it's strength, endurance, and simple beauty. The first frost came and other flowers received protection, this one surviving regardless. And then many frosts, and this lone survivor brightened each day late into the fall.
You can take it from here. Phil. 4. 8.
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