The Wildflower Effect




And she stood, spindly-legged and reaching for the sun, her arms skinny stems and leaves bruised by the thorns of the roses that surrounded her, her petals imperfect, yet she grew tall and strong, and as she pushed through the woody perennials and their crude prickles, her bloom was the one that stood out from the gardener’s ribbon-winning varieties. Her bloom was the one admired by the passersby, and it was her bloom that outshone all the darling buds once believed to hold perfection in their petals. It was her bloom that thrived out of pure determination and the heart of a wildflower.



(photo credit: <a href=””>jenny downing</a> via <a href=””>photopin</a&gt; <a href=””>cc</a&gt;)

9 responses »

    • It is definitely a metaphor for a determined woman πŸ™‚ and no, I have zero talent for photography…My mother has an amazing eye. I really need to start using her photos! Thanks always for stopping by and supporting my work πŸ™‚

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