Constantly reminding myself that no seed blooms over night. Sometimes I feel like a seed, resting in a dark place trying to find the light. Allowing my roots to anchor even further under my own soil, slowly taking in water. To simply come to the surface and sprout, the gratifying moment of finding the light.
I’m a firm believer of treating people, places and especially plants how I would want to be treated.
So today, I will shake off some roots that need a little tender, love and care. Carefully repot into my hand painted pots and containers.
So we can all have a fresh start here today!
