Little by little...

Little by little...

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Glorious Rebels


How does the Meadow-flower its bloom unfold?
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.


- 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.

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