Welcome to the inaugural post for tiny bets. I’m so happy you’re here. 🥺 This will be short, sweet and hopefully give you something to think on.
I moved into this house just over a year ago. It’s been a long time since I’ve lived in a house, let alone one with *intentionally planted* flowers.
The first month, I noticed what I *assumed* were the stems for Birds of Paradise, but the flowers on top weren't there. I was really excited but they never bloomed. I didn’t think much of them as the months went on - I assumed maybe they weren’t in the best spot for sunlight, or whatever else it is they need.
(Side note: You didn’t accidentally get an email from a local gardener. There’s a point coming. Pinky swear.)
The following months though were filled with beauty and color as I noticed different types of flowers blooming… that is, until they died shortly after, leaving certain areas dull and drab again. 🤔
“Wtf” I thought to myself. Much to my surprise, as one group of flowers died, another type of flower with a different color bloomed nearby almost immediately. Growing up with BoRiNg gardens, I didn't realize how creative you could get with when things bloom.
The flowers throughout the yard played this game all year bc they were perennials (meaning they bloom, die and regrow multiple times, year over year). Which any normal person would know, but I didn’t. 🤷🏻♀️
The flowers beds and seeds were strategically located, so when something died, another bloomed, over and over and over again so it’s ever-changing and visually interesting.
The seasons of life are a lot like this.
The actions we take and tiny bets we make are the seeds we plant… and sometimes we don’t see results of those actions for quite some time. But when they *do* bloom, they're beautiful.
Other times, we try really hard and the seeds we plant never produce results, or they do, but they're short lived. We might mourn the loss until we realize a New Beautiful Thing has grown next to it that we learn to love just as much, even though it's different.
If you’re putting in the work, something will always bloom in place of something that dies and it could be equally beautiful, or more beautiful, than what originally grew. And at some point it’ll happen all over again, because life is full of cycles and seasons just like my little perennials.
cheers to making tiny bets,
Sel
PS: The Birds of Paradise are, in fact, alive. They just bloomed in May of this year, which means they would have bloomed and died before I moved in last June. Long live the BOP!
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