I just spent the
last two hours, yes two hours picking daisy dead heads off one of the two daisy
plants in my front yard. Of course, I was thinking to myself, here I am a
doctor with years of schooling and I have so many things to do, write, blog clean, cook, shop, put pictures
in a photo album, ha-ha, so many things and I’m sitting here picking dead
heads. blah blah blah.
Why? I asked
myself.
To make it pretty.
Beauty.
Because the plant
needs it.
Well, isn’t that
why we do anything? We want to make our life pretty, or happy or joyful, and of course we have to accomplish a need.
Not even close to
half way through this first plant, I get the big cutters out from the garage and start to trim some of the
plant away - the overgrowth that really doesn’t need to be there in order to
make the plant pretty.
It cleans the plant up a
bit and makes my life easier by decreasing the number of dead head that I have to
pick. It’s getting rid of the unnecessary. Guess what. The beauty is still
there. Actually, the plant is even more beautiful.
My hands are dirty
and the dirt has gotten under my fingernails and I’ll probably have remnants of
the daisy plant in my nails long after a long, hot shower; but, when I go
outside and look at the daisy plant, I’ll smile.
Of course, there
still is more dead heads, and I still have to clean up the other daisy plant.
These things are never done. But right now, I can look at the one daisy plant
and see beauty. See beauty that I helped to bring out.
I guess when I
pick dead heads I think. I think about my life and how it’s so much like me
picking dead heads off the daisy bush. With every pick, life is my beautiful.
But the work is never done. I have to keep on picking, keep on working to find
that beauty, knowing that there’s a whole other plant right behind me waiting
for my time and energy. Our work is never done. But our work is important.
Beauty in life is important.
Sometimes I feel
like taking those big cutters and cutting the whole bush down and maybe plant
something easier to take care of, lower maintenance. And maybe I will someday.
But today, I pick daisies and with dirt under my fingernails, I look at the job
accomplished and smile.
Appreciate the
beauty of today.
Work hard to
achieve your own beauty.
The job is never
completely done, the daisies bud, bloom, and then die. There are always new daisies
growing.
So, here I go,
picking the daisy dead heads, enjoying the beauty and knowing that any small or
large job is worth the work.
Soon, I'll get to
write, blog, clean, cook, work, help the kids, etc. and I’ll try find beauty in
those things too.
Look around; see
the beauty in the world.
Have a
Beauty-filled day in all you accmplish,
Meredith
