We took my spouse to a Mom’s Day flower present held at an property out within the Berkshires on Sunday and it was lovely. Many of the flowers had been simply days right into a Spring Bloom, and the property – owned by a conservation company that we’re members of — is nicely maintained. There have been tens of 1000’s of bulbs everywhere in the grounds. We had a beautiful time.
What caught our consideration most, although, had been the stragglers, the flowers who had been rooted in locations they weren’t planted, and I received’t say, didn’t belong, however that had been confidently misplaced with the remainder of the plantings round them. Both moved by animal or insect — or who is aware of, human hand — these flowers offered a pleasant visible distinction.
So, when, over at Mastodon, the place I’ve been participating in writing poems to a “phrase of the day” was “wild,” my thoughts instantly went again to these little scenes of wildness in an in any other case deliberate flower expertise, and the poem above is what I wrote.
And it jogged my memory to recollect my college students, too, and to have a good time those who assume completely different, who diverge from the assignments, who query no matter it’s that we’re doing and why, who ask to vary route, who don’t ask to vary route however simply go forward, who discover a thread and simply pull it to look at it unwind, who would moderately be a daisy amongst tulips than simply one other tulip.
Peace (planted and in bloom),