The Call: Demure in Yellow — Cheryl
Whenever I visit a nursery or botanic gardens, I’m drawn to the flashy, uninhibited flowers: the morning glory in their you-know-you-can’t-look-away blue; fuchsia roses; love-lies-bleeding (and dangling) for all the world to see; dinnerplate dahlias so huge you couldn’t ignore them if you tried. But really, how could I not be lured by such show-offs? The run-of-the-mill flowers, like these tall coreopsis, on the other hand, command my respect. As with people of integrity, they are content to brighten their little sections of the world, modestly eschewing the spotlight, knowing that it’s not the praise received for a job well done — but the job well done — that is important.
The Response: Float On — Jessica
Bad news comes, don’t you worry even when it lands
Good news will work it’s way to all them plans
We both got fired on exactly the same day
Well, we’ll float on, good news is on the way
— MODEST MOUSE
I’m sorry! I couldn’t resist. All day long, every time I thought about the prompt those lyrics would float through my head. I finally gave in and had my origami-gifted son make a mouse and when I visited the garden this evening I planted him on a pumpkin.