The Primrose Path

When I was about five or six years old, I remember that my maternal grandmother had a beautiful garden in her backyard that she spent many hours cultivating. Among her plants was a certain type of flower called the Evening Primrose, which is distinctive and somewhat unique insofar as, unlike most flowers that bloom once and eventually die, these little yellow flowers bloom every night. And the fact that we could watch them bloom every twenty-four hours made for quite an event. When my family visited her over the summers in Cleveland, Ohio, she used to call to us and let us know that these little yellow flowers were about to bloom. So, whether we were swimming, playing Scrabble, or picking raspberries in the side yard, we would all rush out to her patio and watch the majesty of God’s creation unfold. At dusk every night, the flowers would bloom, and close every morning at sunrise…