“What is an interloper?” Calliope took note of a rogue clover plant growing alongside cultivated moss roses and nasturtiums. “A plant that’s not wanted,” Nia replied. “A weed.” “Hmmmm…” Thalia searched memory for something Ralph Waldo once said. “A weed is a plant whose virtue has not been discovered. What a lovely purple flower!”
Serendipity! I was thinking about Emerson's quote recently but applying it to my experience in conversation with a person rather than an observation about a weed. In that conversation just when I was mulling over in my head questioning their virtue as yet "undiscovered by me"... this question emerged w/o thought. "Are you virtuous?" If so, in what way?" Huh, where did that come from?
Serendipity! I was thinking about Emerson's quote recently but applying it to my experience in conversation with a person rather than an observation about a weed. In that conversation just when I was mulling over in my head questioning their virtue as yet "undiscovered by me"... this question emerged w/o thought. "Are you virtuous?" If so, in what way?" Huh, where did that come from?
Sign: “I used to be a bus driver but I had to quit. I was fed up with people talking behind my back!” 😁
The topic stirred a memory of a nearly 100 year old song. (I didn’t hear it when first recorded)
I’m looking over a four-leaf clover
I overlooked before
One is the sunshine, the second is rain
Third is the roses that bloom in the lane.
No need explaining the one remaining
Is somebody I adore
I’m looking over a four-leaf clover
I over looked before.
I can almost see a Vaudeville production of this number...
So on this September day, what a delight to see the clover blossom rising above the adjacent plants. Previously undiscovered beauty, now on display.
Best of days to the four of you!