Despite the lack of sun so far this growing season, my garden is starting to bloom. I have three mounds of fragrant violet lilacs, sunshiney yellow poppies, some red fuchsias, and a few orange and purple pansies to round out my colors. I am also fortunate to have a sea of new, green growth, and a background of brown mulch to round out the picture.
As I was out this evening, enjoying the view, I took a few minutes to drink in the sight of my brand new, stark white lily.
Don’t get me wrong – there is something to be said for my violet lilacs and my orange pansies, but these lilies really take my breath away. The white color is so clean, so quiet, and so simple. I love it.
There is something to be said for the value of a white flower.
Some gardens have so much going on, with punches of color here and there, some vegetables popping up, and even a garden ornament or two to make things interesting.
But my eyes can get tired jumping around, from spot to spot, trying to take it all in. A simple, clean white flower just slows it all down, and helps me appreciate the colors that I do have even more.
To me, a white flower is needed in both a garden and a life. We all need a quiet and clean space – somewhere we can go to slow it all down. Many people, myself included, get caught up looking for the next best thing, the next gadget or gizmo to cram one more thing into our already jam-packed days. What about slowing it all down? What about just taking a moment to appreciate the clean, simple value of what we already have and who we already are?
There is something to be said for the value of white.