“Hey God – it’s us.
We’re sitting in a tightly-wound mesh package at the front of a gardening store waiting for someone to to pick us up off the shelf and take us home to be planted.
Meanwhile, it’s October and the temperatures are going waaaaaaaaaayyyyy down (brrr!).
As we sit in rows in the chilly hard ground, be merciful to us, dear God: we don’t want to be ravaged by disease or snap into pieces as the ice and snow set in.
O God, who created all plants, mold us and nourish us during our slumber, so that when our time comes to emerge from the ground, we will show off our frilly golden petals in the beautiful spring sum to the glory of your many magnificent names.