WILD ROSE

The farmer, who owned this land until the mid-eighties, tried an experimental idea to plant wild Roses for fencing. As an agricultural innovation, the Roses proved a bust. They would not stay contained in hedgerows. In the years since, much farmland in the surrounding hills and valleys has become awash with these enormous rambling Roses. One lovely beauty, with its delicate cascades of single, small white blossoms, volunteered in our farm's Rose garden and announced itself with this comment,  "I canna abide confinement in hedgerows and gardens. I drape myself over fences and branches at woodland edges. I delight in unmowed places. I come to demonstrate and encourage each of you to let go the self-censorship and self-judgment that comes as you canna fully follow expectations. You must fearlessly trust and express the unchangeable joyous perfection that is you." And yes, Wild Rose really does have a Scottish accent!

I AM the joyous abandon of innocence.