Gardens

There were once two gardeners. Each had his own plan for his garden and the flowers within it. Both are equally talented and equally hard-working. One morning both gardeners found a rose bush had appeared and grown up in the center of the garden. One perfect, wild bloom flourished in the center of the bush. Each gardener paused to regard the miracle.

The first gardener, certain that such a bloom was not a part of his plan, fought the entire rest of the day to thoroughly remove the rose from his garden. By definition, a weed is any plant that is undesired. The rose was not a part of the gardeners plan and as such he considered it only a weed. The gardener fought and fought the rose and his garden is surely the worse for his efforts.

The second gardener smiled at the rose. He thought about how impossible it was that he had missed such a blatant intruder in his garden, his plan, and he laughed. He thanked deity and he marveled at the miracle and the beauty. It did not matter that it was not his plan or that it was not a cultured rose; it was beauty and it was a miracle. He let the rose be and was better for it.

Which gardener are you?