Gardeners often have a plan in mind when deciding which flowers to plant and where to plant them. They take many things into consideration such as when they will bloom, how much sunshine they need, and how they will look beside their flower neighbors. Most of these planted flowers behave very well.
I want to write today about those plants who don’t conform to expectations. They are the escapees. They are the plants that manage to free themselves from their assigned spot in the garden and end up in the middle of pathways. They seem to pop up out of nowhere. Do they escape in the dark of night? Is the wind complicit?
There’s a cockiness about these pioneers who leave the safety and security of the pack that I admire. They risk their lives in the hope that either rain or a kind gardener will keep them watered. They also run the very real risk of being stepped on by people who don’t notice them in such odd places. Despite these dangers, some manage to grow and thrive in their outside-the-garden patch of dirt or pavement crack. I admire their spunk. They are not unlike the poets and explorers who march to a different drummer and enrich our lives. So my hat is off to the stalwart escapees. May you continue to escape and prosper and show up as unexpected delights in our lives.
I want to write today about those plants who don’t conform to expectations. They are the escapees. They are the plants that manage to free themselves from their assigned spot in the garden and end up in the middle of pathways. They seem to pop up out of nowhere. Do they escape in the dark of night? Is the wind complicit?
There’s a cockiness about these pioneers who leave the safety and security of the pack that I admire. They risk their lives in the hope that either rain or a kind gardener will keep them watered. They also run the very real risk of being stepped on by people who don’t notice them in such odd places. Despite these dangers, some manage to grow and thrive in their outside-the-garden patch of dirt or pavement crack. I admire their spunk. They are not unlike the poets and explorers who march to a different drummer and enrich our lives. So my hat is off to the stalwart escapees. May you continue to escape and prosper and show up as unexpected delights in our lives.
