A long time ago, when my father gave up on roses, he set up the perennial bed in that spot in the garden. It is an amazing chorus of color that comes alive each spring with each species blooming in sequence as if there was one conductor orchestrating the whole thing.
The lupines with their spikes of color are just part of that sequence. I now work hard to keep the flowers blooming, keep the weeds in check, and to keep this space as a garden of peace and solitude. The Lord God does the rest, and the result is magnificent.
“And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life?[g] 28 And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, 29 yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.”