When the urn was younger she did
what was expected of her. She stood outside and held plants. More often
than not the people passing by, praised the flowers that grew from the
plants she held. She knew her role and she was happy.
And in that happiness she looked around-
and discovered that life was full of surprises-
and that being a planter was just the tip of the iceberg.
You can be whoever you are, and more importantly, those odds and ends you gather, can bloom the prettiest flowers.
photo: French antique garden urn tipping her iceberg and blooming anew.
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