This year, my husband and I planted several varieties of sunflowers. The first to bloom was orange and on fire. The second was giant and beautiful yellow. And the third? Well I’m not sure how long it took me to notice. It’s shorter than the others, far more simple, easily lost in the vibrancy and height of the ones “ahead” of it.
So, this poem came about after my delightful discovery of the shorter, simpler sunflower.
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I’m a story-teller, poet, and gardener, and these pieces of me find their way on the blog often! But you know what ties it all together? I’m also a cheerleader. FOR YOU. Minus the pom-poms (!!). I’m passionate about helping you fully live within + celebrate your God-given life! I share the good stuff & show you beauty + hope through poetry, personal reflections, and practical how-to’s.
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