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The Magic of Flowers

AN: I was supposed to write something connected to my past entry but it didn't work out so well. I wrote this instead. The prompt was Germinate, it was written for the writing contest community brigits_flame

My mother used to have a little flower garden at the back of our house. She could make anything grow, whether it was tulips or roses or sunflowers. It was magical to a little girl like me to see how a lifeless, plain seed could bloom into something so vibrant and alive; to watch something get buried only for it to spring out in a burst of life.

 Naturally, I wanted to try it out for myself. I’d take a seed from my mother’s stores, find a nice empty plot of soil, and then I’d bury it with the help of my trusty toy spade. But no matter how meticulously I watched these seeds, no matter how rich the soil or abundant the water I nourished them with was, they simply refused to come alive.

After spending all my childhood failing to make a single flower bloom, I gave it up altogether. I realized that there was nothing magical about the metamorphosis of seeds into flowers at all.
There was nothing special about how that little seedling pops out of the dark, compact ground or the way a tiny little bud opens up to become an array of the most colorful petals. It was biology, simple as that.

But for some reason, every spring, I still catch myself looking at the flowers. Sometimes, I stare at them for as long as half an hour without even realizing. As silly as it is, I think a part of me still wants to believe in their magic. It's small part, for sure. But then again, even the smallest, deadest  seeds grow into the most lively of blossoms. 


How sad she couldn't get one tiny seed to grow, but it did make something sprout in her mind... a belief that these little hard things have magic in them. We all do!

Bless you, a really nicely thoughtful piece. Bless, Blue.
I never managed to grow a plant myself for some reason. The sunflowers that bloomed only did so when I gave up on them. But I do love flowers a lot, especially the ones in my mom's garden.

Thank you, dear. I'm glad you liked it.
I was never great at gardening, either. :P I really like the ending line here, it's very hopeful, and puts across another meaning that the reader can take away with them and think about. Short and sweet, well done. :D
Thanks so much :) I'm so happy the last line worked out, I had a lot of trouble with what message I wanted it to say. Thanks again.
Getting a message across is difficult but you did well with it. :)
Coming from someone with a black thumb, I think there must be a little magic in gardening. This had a nice, hopeful tone to it that I really enjoyed. Thanks so much for sharing!
Thanks for reading :) Glad you liked it.
It's just biology, but biology is pretty fascinating, anyway!

My favorite line was the one with the "trusty toy spade" - how perfect! I love the way such a short piece manages to encompass such a long time without feeling crowded. Well done!
Oh, everyone had a trusty toy spade at some point in their lives. At least, I know I had one. Thanks for reading :) And I'm glad you liked it.
Hi! I’m one of your editors for the week (:

This was a really sweet entry! I especially loved the third paragraph, where you’re trying to convince yourself that there’s nothing special about the flowers growing from seeds. There’s an innocence in this piece that was came across and it made me smile (:

If I had to nitpick and find something to critique, the line “Sometimes, I stare at them for as long as half an hour without even realizing.” did seem a little out of place and jarring. It’s the ‘half an hour’ thing that makes it awkward for me, I think, it’s a case of a random detail that doesn’t add to the story. It’s also more obvious because the rest of the piece is so beautifully succinct and simple that this stands out.
I'm so happy that I managed to make this succinct. I always have a problem about giving the reader too much information, so I'm glad I'm improving in terns of that :)

I felt iffy about that line as well. I'll figure out a way to make it convey something more meaningful so that it can contribute to the piece's overall idea.

Thank you so much for the edit and the encouraging comments :D
That was a very sweet and colorful image. It made me miss gardening.
A few edits:
no matter how rich the soil or abundant the water I nourished them with was
Them with was reads awkwardly on my end. And this sentence is quite long already. Maybe break it up or tweak a few words to help with flow?
But then again, even the smallest, deadest seeds
My end is showing me that there is an extra space between ‘deadest’ and ‘seeds’. May just be my program.
And lastly, I believe you left out an ‘a’ here.
It's small part, for sure.
Hope these help. Your piece made me feel spring. Thanks for the read~
That is how I feel about house plants.
The only house plant that doesn't die on me is bamboo. It makes me want to give up and say it's just biology. Excellent capture of feeling here. :3
Beautifully succinct. You said more in this little bit than most could say in 3,000 words. And I completely agree with the core concept -- even when one casts off their beliefs -- magical or otherwise, the mantle of those beliefs can remain. When a man had something once, always something remains.
Thank you for reading :) I'm glad the idea's shown through.
<3 Thanks for writing!