When Lauren was little, her favorite (and only) thing she drew were flowers. This is the idea that sparked this story. Ideas are very much like seeds, and it is amazing to see what this one grew into. Click "Read More" to enjoy Lauren's story!
She planted a seed, small as a speck, light as a feather. It didn’t grow, so she waited, and she watered it, sang to it, and she nourished it. But… It wouldn’t grow.
A year passed and the girl decided that the seed needed a friend, a companion. So she planted another seed, and she watered them, sang to them, and she nourished them. She waited another year, and they wouldn’t grow.
This happened year after year, and she watered her seeds, and sang to them, and she nourished them, and she planted more.
Much too soon the girl grew into a woman, and then she grew old, planting, singing, and nourishing seeds.
To the townspeople, the woman was known as the seed planter, and there was a little girl who lived next door to the woman. And the girl watched and wondered every single day.
Then, one day, the old woman didn’t show up, she was gone, now with the clouds and the sky. And on that day a whole field of flowers sprouted, each a different, vibrant color. The girl next door looked at the miracle field in amazement, and on that day the girl planted a seed, small as a speck, light as a feather.