Aren't nasturtiums a bit like God? Faces aglow, gloriously showing themselves to the world, yet with such complex design they seem a bit mysterious. They stand wide open ready to receive those who come to them with their doormat rolled out, always prepared just in case someone comes calling, to give the sweet nectar they hold deep within. If you drink of it, you can't leave without taking a bit of pollen with you to share with those around. Oh to reflect my Creator like a nasturtium.