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Flowers and Poop💩🌻
This is my parents backyard. Note the patches of pink wildflowers.
Austin is currently exploding with wildflowers. Blue, Yellow, white, orange, purple, little flowers everywhere. In the cracks on the sidewalk, in the medians on the highway, in flowerbeds, underneath the trees.
Wildflowers are miraculous to me.
They come out of nowhere by the hundreds.
They are tiny and delicate, and at the same time they are robust and seem to withstand anything.
I was sitting in traffic recently in front of a construction site, and saw a patch of orange and yellow wildflowers growing in front of the traffic cones & piles of dirt.
I daydreamed of a time, a few hundred years before the concrete and the buildings and traffic, and envisioned miles of rolling green hills and trees and thousands upon thousands of wildflowers.
I felt sorry for the little patch of orange flowers, smashed between a construction site and a highway, that they had to grow somewhere so ugly.
Almost immediately, as if I could hear them reply to me in my head, I realized…
They don't care.
They don't care about where they grow, so long as they get to bloom.
THEN, I was visiting my family a few weeks ago and noticed there were two patches of pretty pink wildflowers in the backyard (pictured above). I smiled & when I took the picture I realized…
Those are the places where the dogs poop.
Out of the entire yard, they grew exactly where the dogs poop.
Oliver, looking pleased with himself.
There's a profound lesson here about resilience, and growing something beautiful out of shit, but really - it just made me laugh.
Anyway, I hope to bring a little bit more IDGAF wildflower energy into my week this week. And I hope you do too.