Like Us

Some are tentative in the morning. Preferring the softer glow of afternoon. Others are up early, ready for dawn's invitation. 

Many start out with great promise, but wither quickly without roots. Or are scorched by too much light. Or the downpours that come all at once or not at all but rarely in moderation. 

Others are predestined. Made mighty through careful engineering. Sturdy as they join their counterparts.  

Some are scrappy, emerging from a tangle of vegetation. Bending and swaying, eager for their turn with the sun. 

Whatever the journey, they—like us—arrive. To be tested by the elements. Analyzed for productivity. Admired for our beauty. 

It's the growing season. Summer in the garden.