I have just returned to Canada after spending four years in Australia. On Sydney's north shore, we never had to worry about frost. Flowers grew year round. Oh sure some things were seasonal. Jacaranda trees with their beautiful purple blossoms came out in late October and early November. It was my favourite time of the year. However in any garden throughout the city, there would be blossoms somewhere.
Of course flowers don't last quite as long here in Alberta. Frost can come at anytime so for much of the year we have no flowers. However, when the flowers do break through the ground they are such a welcome sight. A definite sign of life conquering death, the flowers break forth from dead earth and dormant branches and give us a sign of colour.
I have always loved flowers. Their variety, their beauty, and their simplicity. They remind me of warm summer days. They remind me of walks in the parks. They dazzle me with their varieties (roses, tulips, carnations, marigolds, etc.) and their colours (the reds, pinks, blues, yellows, oranges, whites and purples. It seems absolutely astonishing to me that there could be such variety in the world. I think a garden with just one type of flower in one colour is far less interesting than a garden with such variety.
The same goes for people. We are definitely varied. One only need look at a sumo wrestler and a ballerina to see that. We come in different colours- Crayola for instance just came out with a flesh tone colour box with 32 different shades of pink and brown. Some short, some fat, some old, some female, in countless ways we are so different. It would have been easy for us all to be the same. But no we were created differently.
That is a good thing. Yes I have characteristics that make me uniquely Darren. I have my sense of humour, my personality, my look, and countless other factors that make me Darren and no one else. As Oscar Wilde says, "Be Yourself- everyone else is taken." However, in my being me, that does not make me any better or worse than someone else. I am me and you are you. I might be a daffodil in the grand scheme of things, but that does not make me any more important than you who might be a crocus. We need each other to make our world a beautiful place. Blessings.