It is not uncommon to speak of the need for adaptation. Whether in organizations or families. Whether in communities or as individuals. As the saying goes, the only thing constant is change.
Like many, I’ve been impressed by the capacity to change and adapt. Sometimes people and groups changing by choice, crafting a plan or a practice. Sometimes not by choice, that nonetheless scripts to an evolution.
Today, I’m impressed with this particular daffodil. It grows in my front yard. I have several daffodils that grow in my yard in other locations. The stems are mostly a foot from the ground. This one, however, grows through a Mugo Pine bush. It’s stem is two fee tall. And then it flowers through its surrounding pine branch neighbors.
Each year I’m particularly wowed by this daffodil. Rather than being shut down, it grows through the bush. It finds the sunshine it needs. It reaches for the open space. And flowers.
Yes, one could learn a fair amount from this daffodil. I am.
Impressive. Impressively adaptive.
Love this. I haven’t been for awhile, but in the past I have driven to a nearby fourteen thousand foot peak with a stand of bristlecone pine trees. Amazing how they have evolved to survive and even thrive in the harshest of conditions. I used to think about my mother, who survived an extremely harsh childhood. I don’t know that she ever felt like she was thriving. And a bristlecone pine is not “beautiful” in the conventional sense. But her ability to survive and to tend to three very young children after being widowed and essentially abandoned by her own parents is evidence of her adaptability and her beauty in surviving such harsh conditions.