Lately, I’ve been wanting to be more aware. More aware of life and what’s happening around me: a better participant and listener.

I hadn’t been thinking about my garden in this context. But I looked out the window yesterday, and thought “I really should water those hanging plants that look kind of droopy.” It had been awhile since I’d been in my backyard. Unless it’s summer, I mostly look at it out the window from inside my house. Occasionally, it occurs to me to water the potted plants. I’m not typically an aware gardener. I’m more of an accidental gardener. Sometimes I fertilize; sometimes I water.

I went outside to water those hanging pots, and, of course, noticed other potted plants that needed water. As I made my way around with the watering can, I was amazed to discover a beautiful, showy purple iris in full bloom! It was stunning, and doing quite well without my ministrations.

I thought of the William Wordsworth poem that I memorized in school about the poet wandering and stumbling upon the “host of golden daffodils; beside the lake, beneath the trees, fluttering and dancing in the breeze.”

If I’d stayed inside my house or inside my own thoughts and busyness, not being aware of life outside of me (as I can be prone to do), I would never have received the gift of the iris.

Now, I want to be more intentionally aware.