The vacant patch of recently tilled soil in the corner of the garden holds a secret.
Maybe not so much a secret… more of a hidden thing. Lying below, it waits, gathering moisture. It would be the first. It would, although not placed there by the garden’s owner, be the vanguard in this tiny area of prepared earth. Germination would see it sprout. Perhaps, unwanted, or simply unexpected, either way it will push on. The distinction between a weed and a flower plays no part in its growth, only its future. The unknown values of temperature, oxygen and moisture that will enable the ongoing process to take place are also left to destiny.
Meanwhile, the forming of the roots, the stems, the buds and the leaves will herald its eventual form. It will push itself up through the soil to find the sun waiting to give it what it seeks. Warm, lifegiving rays will greet it, and it will eventually break through and stand firm, declaring what it is meant to be.
Although its future is not known… it will undeniably shine with its own natural majesty.
