Today’s post is a motivational one, inspired by the sight of a blooming rose and a plethora of buds in my garden—just as Wordsworth was inspired by his daffodils.

I am a bad gardener. My Tulasi plants have withered down to sticks, and the same goes for my three rose plants on the terrace. But when I looked out in front of my home, I saw a single blooming rose that instantly filled me with happiness. I never go out to water the plants in my front garden, but seeing them survive and bloom was the positive boost I badly needed. I immediately rushed to pick the flowers to offer to Perundevi Thayar, which is the very reason I grow flowers in the main place. I chose the rose for its low maintenance. When I went closer, I saw so many buds that made me happy, as if they were my own handiwork.

It reminded me that, despite winter’s hardships, this rose plant survived and grew—and now, in spring, it’s ready to shine. That’s how we should always aspire to be: shining brightly, guided by the path nature lays before us.

Inspired by Wordsworth, I eagerly await the day
When all my buds burst forth in bright array,
So I too may say with joyful ease,
“When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of rosy roses proud,
Beside the walkway, soft and light,
Fluttering, dancing in the gentle light.” 😃

As a child studying English poetry, I never understood the euphoria a flower could inspire, but now that I experience it firsthand, I appreciate Wordsworth’s Daffodils more than ever!

I end this post with the line, “What wealth the show to me had brought.”