There once was a young gardener who loved all the wildflowers that rambled across the meadows and graced the roadsides of her new land. She thought, “How wonderful it will be to bring some of these glorious blossoms into my own garden,” having little money to fill the space she longed to cultivate. So, on her next trip to town, she brought a shovel and a few empty pots and filled her buckets with the specimens she particularly loved. But she was a young gardener with little experience and did not realize the type of characters she was inviting to her home.
So, the conclusion of the story is this…
Some things are just meant to be wild. To run with abandon all over this place. To give us beauty without toil…
And how grateful we are for that.