I’m still enjoying ironing, but I may have become overly ambitious. I bought a pair of cargo pants made from an almost silky fabric, so they’re very flowy, but the pockets…my gosh…caused flashbacks of the red, ruffled shirt mentioned here. I ironed them, but afterwards thought…you might be visiting the cleaners.

At this stage of life it matters more how the fabric feels to my skin and I just returned a shirt that was purchased to go with the cargo pants, because it didn’t feel good. I literally wrote my reason for return as, “It doesn’t feel good.”

I have empathy for plants being subject to our Texas summer, so I haven’t bought but one and planted it in the shade. I did something completely out of character and scattered wildflower seeds around the base of the trees out front. These seeds are shade hardy, so we’ll see what happens, but I’m excited over the experiment.

A man who trimmed the trees years ago stopped by to see how they are holding up and he was impressed with how good they looked. I didn’t have the heart to tell him they’ve been trimmed again since he was here, but I asked him about scattering the seeds around the trees. I didn’t want to take any nutrients away from the roots.

He told me they wouldn’t hurt the trees and if anything they would nourish one another because the wildflowers would attract pollinators for the trees. What really surprised me was how many times he announced, “Wildflowers are just weeds!”, as if trying to convince me, but I just smiled and made note that he’s not my people.

In his mind I purposely planted weeds in my yard, but this yard is filled with weeds and I just let them be. Most of them produce tiny flowers, which makes me wonder, “Are flowers just weeds we saw profit in, or are weeds our faithful flowers?” The thing I love about wildflowers is they’re not dependent on humans. They trust what the day offers will be enough and I’ve never seen anyone on the side of the road watering wildflowers.

Trust that this day holds everything we need and let’s have a little more faith like wildflowers.