A few years ago, a friend and I drove up to Crested Butte, a Colorado mountain town locally famous for its wildflowers.
True to the rep, we spotted a relatively thick field just outside of town. Quite soon, we were standing by the road. Presently, another car pulled over and stopped.
A woman got out, took a few steps, bent down, plucked a flower, sniffed it deeply for a few seconds — then causally tossed it away.
“I guess that variety doesn’t have much scent.”, she said, grinning at us — grinning just like she was kindly including us in her circle — or perhaps, her bubble.
We didn’t ask, but I bet if we had, she would have told us she was a nature lover and especially fond of the flowers.
We always do, you know. We humans always say such things, and not just when we’re speaking of flowers.
Love the satire. Pluck it, sniff it, toss it – how very Earthian.
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Thanks! 🙂
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Everything’s disposable I guess, in our consumer society. Planned obsolescence.
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“i’ll take a flower. Scent or no.” looks sadly outside. No flowers in the snow.
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Great sentiment about how we often destroy things we love when we aren’t mindful!
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