The other day I nearly stepped on a pile of dog shit. If that were to happen it certainly would not do me any good. But if the dog would do its business on the sidewalk garden just a few steps beyond, it would not be too much of a nuisance. In fact, the plants would welcome the gift.
I will never understand the complexity in bringing forth the blossoming of a flower. It’s more than just sun and water that comes the rose. The waste that one discards turning into food of another, the alchemy of living and dead things, the darkness of gestation; and the glory that manifests from all this, that brings splendor to the eye.
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