before the blooms, of course, there are just buds. Before the buds, there are just leaves. Stems, sprouts, and visibly only dirt.
But it was coming. On its way. Working on it. Growing. Growing just the same as it is now, in fact. Just some phases are a little less exciting than blooms and fruits.
Sometimes all we can see is just all we can see. Inside, the changes keep happening. The processes are working their way around, doing their jobs.

Leo, the Late Bloomer comes to mind, probably the teacher in me. Leo could have felt bad about blooming after all of his friends. Maybe it was just his dad who was worried about it. Who knows, maybe the love of his mother and those around him helped Leo feel safe as he grew. Maybe that's what helped him have the courage to keep growing, even though others couldn't see it.
I can see the frustration in being just a little two-leaf stem, or a tall stalk with nothing more than buds. But that doesn't mean that the blooms aren't coming. Growth might not be as triumphant or vibrant as a deep orange blossom on the backdrop of huge green leaves, but it is growth still the same.
Faith enough to move on is still faith.

Really appreciate the hope in this post... and this truth - that sometimes all we see are stems and buds and we don't like it because we want more. But those blooms ARE coming! So thankful that we aren't left without hope!
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I wrote out a whole long story about beach camping and sunrises, but it got deleted. So instead I'll just say: I'm happy you are finding faith in your garden. And I'm excited to come home and see you next week.
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