This flower bloomed in my garden on the weekend.
I don’t know what the flower is, but I do know where it came from.
I do know that the man who gave it to me was an inspirational man.
The flower is from a cutting from my father-in-law’s garden.
I took the cutting just after he passed away.
He loved his garden. He loved nurturing the garden.
He was an inspiration.
He devoted hours of his time to the garden and in spring it still blooms with color.
He devoted hours of time potting cuttings, nurturing the cuttings, selling and gifting the cuttings.
His inspiration goes beyond the garden.
But today it is his devotion to his garden and the results of that nurturing that is inspiring me.