The Garden Competes Gently

#springwander There’s no tension in this contest—only quiet pride. Florists plant as if they’re painting, not fighting. The air is calm, touched by perfume and reverence. Every bloom knows its place, every stem reaches in peace. The garden is a gallery of intention. You walk slower, listening not to voices, but to color. Even the rivalry blooms in kindness. Beauty becomes the only prize.