The farmer who owned this land before us experimented with planting Wild Roses for fencing. As an agricultural innovation, the Roses proved a bust. These enormous rambling Roses would not stay contained in hedgerows but spread like wildfire through the surrounding hills and valleys. One lovely beauty, with its delicate cascades of single, small white blossoms, volunteered in our 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.