I realized I’m jealous of the beauty of other people’s daffodils. As I wander the neighborhood, my eye is caught by a brilliant orange fringe, and I totally want it.
It’s hard to be satisfied as a gardener. I have to learn to be patient, not with the types and variety of plants that I have in my own yard, but with myself. A gardener never is truly finished with her work. Whether it’s food for the table, or a centerpiece for a friend, the garden is a constant reminder, and also a constant supply, of inspiration and hope.
Inspiration for a change to be made in a positive way, and hope for some peace in the present. Be a little jealous. It’s not all bad. Just enjoy the moment.