There’s a little spot at the corner of our flower garden that I thought would be a perfect location for a zucchini plant. It would have lots of room to happily sprawl as it wished. I planted two seeds and gently tapped the soil as though to bless the potential that was now beneath the surface. Each morning, with coffee in hand, I walk the flower garden to enjoy the blooms and birds. Each morning, after“the planting,” I stopped to see if the seeds had emerged. Nothing. Morning after morning I stopped. Nothing. I went back and read the seed packet. Those seeds should have germinated by now. ”Should have.” I blamed bad seeds.... I had been given duds. I blamed the birds. They must have scratched the soil and feasted upon MY SEEDS. I blamed the squirrels. More than once they have dug down and eaten what was MINE. Days passed......nothing......but frustration. I gave up. But then.....this morning.....the miracle. Nature gave birth.....beautiful sprouts emerged. Way beyond the birth date. I have no idea why it took so long. I think Nature knew I needed a stern reminder that things happen in their own time. Don’t be quick to blame. Be patient. Not all seeds are the same. We’re all different.