Last weekend was a lovely two days of no plans.

Two days of no plans don’t come along very often in our world and I’m guessing they don’t in yours either.

Because we are very likely going to be putting our house on the market in February and because February photographs aren’t as pretty as September photographs, our real estate agent sent someone to take pictures before Old Man Winter makes his icy presence known.

We pruned a bush and I trimmed back the dried-out Black Eyed Susans, humbly accepting the close of a wonderful summer.

At the same time, I began anticipating the true colors of the leaves starting to emerge, looking forward to fall as I trimmed away the beauty of summer.

This evening, I went out to water the colorful chrysanthemums  and I noticed new growth.

New growth emerging among the old.


bush bloom


new blooming


Growth that isn’t really supposed to be there because it’s not the right season.

They’re late bloomers.

But late to who?

Maybe you’re waiting to bloom, too. Maybe you feel like you’re too late or too early or too slow or too whatever . . .

Blooming in any season is beautiful. In fact, the unexpected surprise of a late-blooming Black Eyed Susan is even more beautiful than the ones who bloomed back in July.

Late bloomers are courageous. Spunky. Fun. Loved and treasured. Real.

They are survivors.

So hats off to the late bloomer because a bloom in any season is beautiful . . .

But late bloomers are a loveliest, most unexpected surprise.

Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end. – Ecclesiastes 3:11

late bloomers




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