The flowering that waits

"In our breathless attempts we often miss the flowering that waits for afternoon."

-- Anne Morrow Lindbergh, "Gift from the Sea"

As I walked the path home this morning, I noticed a difference in some of the sea oats around my fence. Looking closer I realized that the older panicles had taken on a slight blush.

There was grace in their lower bow, but I fought sadness that their golden glow may be changing.

Tonight, I picked up my favorite book and smiled as I read the quote above, a life lesson from sea oats. I shall slow down and enjoy the "flowering that waits for afternoon".