Vivid red tulips opened their petals wide for the
inhaling of their sweet essence. Yellow daffodils nodded their
perfumed heads to the sun. The rains have made all the bushes
along the paths grow thick and richly green.
As I remember the many varieties of blossoms I have seen today, I
think of how we humans are like flowers. Some are common, like
the dandelions which flourish in eastern soils. Some are rare
and sensitive, like violets, and require special care. Some
sturdy plants defy the weather. However humanity doesn't always
regard its own blooms as they do the petaled kind. As a child,
the common dandelion delighted me with its bright yellow
cheeriness. I loved the wispy puffs the seeds made and would
blow on them to watch the wind take them far. I didn't
understand why my father pulled them out of the yard. "They're
just a weed," he'd say. Too common, alas! But he would
carefully cultivate roses. Their beauty is rare, and thus the
more valued. However in humanity, the rare varieties are not
always valued. Why is this so?
I love all beauty, both common and rare. The common reassures me
with regular and dependable appearances. Yet it is the scarce
beauty which holds a special allure for me. I climb high to the
tall cliff where the exotic plants grow and wonder at life's
myriad possibilities. The unusual shakes me out of complacent
routine. It briskly alerts me to fresh combinations of
characteristics. My senses awaken keen and I feel more alive.
And thus it is the rarest blooms which grow in the garden of my
heart. There, my love for Laura and Julia has taken deep root.
It grows, rampant as the weeds which will not die. It grows,
despite wind and weather. It defies all who would endanger it.
For I have found these two exquisite one of a kind beings and I
will shout their colors loud to the world.