wild grace

I was out at the park yesterday admiring the daises that have appeared in little clusters all over the grass. I think there's something about wild flowers that those grown neatly in a row lack. They display a kind of freedom and different sort of beauty to those arranged and planted exactly by a gardner. When i thought about it more i decided that they demonstrate a kind of grace. If someone works hard and digs the soil and plants seeds in an orderly way, then you expect a flower to grow there. But when flowers appear in places in the wild, where no-one has specifically gone out and planted them and watered them, then it's like they appear by grace..... as a gift from God. Obviously the life in any flower is a gift, and even if someone plants a seed and waters it, they can't make it grow, that still comes from God. But those in the wild somehow seem like even more of a gift i think. It's like the goodness and joy of God can't help but burst up all over the place, whether or not a gardner planted seeds there. I like that. Maybe that's why i like the simple beauty of wild flowers and gardens and woods so much.