Because the lovely little flower is free
Down to its root, and, in that freedom, bold;
And so the grandeur of the Forest-tree
Comes not by casting in a formal mould,
But from its own divine vitality.
Down to its root, and, in that freedom, bold;
And so the grandeur of the Forest-tree
Comes not by casting in a formal mould,
But from its own divine vitality.
- William Wordsworth
The colorful perennials we’ve
enjoyed all summer are on their last leg. In the coming weeks, they will
succumb to overnight frosts and die away for the season.
Most plants respect the
natural order and just fade away when September comes. Their blooms wither,
their leaves yellow, then brown, efficiently following the process of
decomposing and returning to the Earth.
Then there are the glorious
rebels, the lonely bursts of petals in a sea of spent flowers. These few blooms
ignore the memo and keep flowering long past the “acceptable” season. They know
their fate, yet they keep blooming until their last bit of energy is gone.
Today, I celebrate those renegades.
They boldly look skyward and soak up the sun, bringing a little joy to the few
people that stop to notice their efforts.
May we all have the gumption to stand up and be heard even when we know that the outcome is unchanging. We just might bring a little hope to those around us who need it.
May we all have the gumption to stand up and be heard even when we know that the outcome is unchanging. We just might bring a little hope to those around us who need it.
May you always be a renegade.
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