I planted wildflowers in my yard.
I know that sounds stupid. Wildflowers are supposed to be wild.
I don’t check them everyday, even though I know that botany, or whatever it is I’m doing, is not like physics. Plants don’t mind being observed, they don’t hide their position or speed. But still, there’s uncertainty. It shouldn’t feel so much like luck; it is, after all, some kind of science.
I think we often forget how big a part uncertainty plays in the math of the universe.
Biochemistry, for example. We don’t really know how all of that works. I don’t feel any need to check the progress of my wildflowers every day. That’s markedly different from the fights I’ve had with myself over wether or not the door is really locked, or if the handles on the faucets are actually clean.
I want them to grow, understand. I do what I’m supposed to do. But I don’t obsess about it. I’m not sure why. Maybe I know that sometimes, even when I’ve been as perfect as I can be, things can still go sideways. Maybe I’m willing to late nature — botany, physics, whatever — share some of the risk. Maybe I’m still mystified enough by the whole process of life to believe that I’m not the Prime Mover when it comes to the fate of these tiny lives.
There’s a lot to unpack there. In the meantime, enjoy this. There’s a lot to enjoy.
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One of the unique things about “wild” life – be it plant or animal- is that is lives/dies with or without human intervention.
No need to comb and maintain the lion’s mane in Africa, or fertilize a mountain laurel in Pennsylvania.
All we need to do is observe and enjoy their beauty.