The flowers come after the rain.

The flowers come after the rain. I love how nature teaches us life lessons in such a beautiful way, even in San Diego where we supposedly don’t have seasons. Last spring, our family kept seeking out the wildflowers, because they were the best spring flowers we had ever seen in our local canyons, after the record amounts of rain our city experienced throughout the winter. I revisited these photos this week of a family hike we took from our house, and felt a reassurance that life is meant to be lived in seasons, and that truly, the beauty and abundance comes after the storms. For nature, for humans. We need the rain to get to the flowers. We get to appreciate the beauty of the flowers only after experiencing the storms. The tallest and most vibrant flowers come after the biggest storms, but there they stand, strong and abundant and wild.