All those things are not why the zinnias are so special to me. You see they came from seed that my Mother and Grandmother gave me years ago from their gardens. I can't help but think of these two ladies and the heritage they have taught me as I scatter the seed each spring, tend and nurture the plants, cut the blooms each summer and fall, and gather the seeds until the next season.
As my daughter comes in the door with some dry seed heads and asks me where to put them.....I pray that I am diligently scattering seed, tending and nurturing growing young women, and looking forward to the beautiful blooms that their lives will be. I can't wait to share some zinnias with them when they head out to plant their own gardens.