Today's Napowrimo prompt provides us with the ebook of The Language of Flowers and suggests exploring the connections with selected flowers and their meanings. UI'm going to explore these a little more, but I couldn't help myself when I saw the American Elm and American Starwort.
the elm assured me. this was a closed system. no variance. everything ideal.
we don't question what's given, when it's given. we obey. simple terms of the
deal. and who could ask for more, anyway? you know what they do when you
ask to many questions, right? you've got to have some faith in the process. look
at me, enduring through the cold snap. echoing through the epochs. sturdy, still
present. this too, I tell myself, is mine. and I'm always right. the rules exist for a reason.
the starwort came to me with open arms, haggard breaths and shared what little it had. friend, enjoy! it cried. it fell over and spat out seeds. it didn't say much afterwards, but the breathing continued, ragged. I didn't know it well, but I counted it an ally.
the elm squawked intruder. I squawked get me some water. the elm did not share. the elm was steadfast.
the starwort, coming to, whispered friend, my thanks. the elm warned him that winter would come soon enough. starwort sighed, I too, survive the winter. they stared at one another. I was uncomfortable and offered them sunlight, opening my curtains. the mid-afternoon sun bathed the room and set us all to silence for a while.
I was a guest and we were guests and none of us knew exactly when our bills would come due. I was a friend and the starwort was a friend. the elm drank my gift of sunshine and left with his nose in the air.
we root ourselves once more, the trees, me. we pray we continue and the winter won't be too harsh on their limbs and my heating bill.
one day, we'll look to the soil and see what our kindnesses have flowered.
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