FLOWERS, TREES, AND PLASTIC Part 2
In that field of grass, even in the patches of alike grass there are what some would call weeds. I remember a quote from a poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox: “A weed is but an unloved flower!” I have a coarse weave blazer that if it was uniform in texture and color would be unappealing. Like that field of grass would be without the “imperfections”. Even the wealthy with their huge lawns of perfect grass see the need to break it up a little with their perfect flower beds and perfect ornamental bushes. Notice that even there in the flower beds and shrubs, they use variety and colors to further break it up. Advocating diversity in the most elemental way.
So too in that field the different grasses, weeds, and flowers provide a pleasant blend against uniformity. Because if the field was but one kind of grass, all the life that benefits from the diversity would be lost or move away. There would be one or maybe no butterflies because the appropriate sustenance would be missing from the uniformity in that field.
Nature has found a way for there to be diversity even in the grasses. Diversity is necessary in humans and plants for many reasons, one of which is the resistance to disease. In the 1840s Ireland had a famine that took about one million lives because the potato crop was all but entirely one kind of potato. Essentially a totally cloned crop of potatoes if susceptible to any disease, affects the whole harvest. That happened and they starved. Bananas are in danger of this happening because we tend to like one kind of banana. Therefore one kind dominates the crop. But if a blight occurs, the almost monoculture crop will fail. And if that monoculture crop is worldwide, the failure will be worldwide. Then our grocery stores will not have the nice yellow Cavendish bananas.
This beautiful pastoral scene with the trees and the grasses and the flowers makes me think of the diversity and characteristics of people. The vast majority of the people are like the grasses. Essential, diverse, providing the foundation for the survival of everything. In the fields of grass are trees, providing strength against the winds and storms, shelter for the delicate animals of flight, a place to climb in to for escape for the animals that depend on this. Some people are like the trees. Then there are the flowers. They are not so much sustaining life but certainly provide the reason to smile when we look at the field. Some people are like flowers. They have a particular gift, a talent, a warm smile, a hug, kindness, they give beauty just for the sake of it, because they can. Yet they know that they are dependent on the grasses to bind the soil, the trees to hold the wind and anchor it all. Some people are flowers just because genes were kind to them and they decorate the place.
But this field has a plastic flower that somehow blew in from some resale shop sidewalk sale. That plastic flower looks real from a distance, kind of dresses the field up a little when the real flowers are between seasons or the weather is too cold. That plastic flower is out there not only when the temperature is kind. She is there fall, winter, and spring in full bloom, harming no one, taking no water, requiring nothing but to be part of the landscape. An acknowledged imposter but happy to be so. I am a Crossdresser, that plastic flower. Please do not see me as trash or pollution. The illusion I present is all I have. I mean no harm, only to add a little diversity, a little color, a little beauty. Yes I admit it is all fake, but from a distance, even a plastic flower adds a little color and diversity. Even when it is -10 degrees and a blizzard.
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