We are all....

.....to some extent, like gardeners. We plant seeds. We nurture aspirations. We tend our hopes and dreams. Feeding them here, pruning them there and gently encouraging them towards a perfect state of fruition. Always, though, there will be little patches of land that we have overlooked - areas where the wild things grow, places that we have all but forgotten the existence of. 

Sometimes, in among the so-called weeds, rare and wonderful flowers bloom.

Flowers often grow more beautifully on dung-hills than in gardens 

that look beautifully kept.     (Saint Francis de Sales)