One of my all-time favorite novelists described a hard-core bourgeois as a person who would first make sure to have the newly bought ivory-colored mink fur coat looked dirty as if with careless actions and then wear it to the public.
Then there is this most impeccable and hardest-to-replicate Prince Charles’ wildflower meadow, as the extreme case of point for what a die-hard bourgeois would have done for things s/he loves the most.
In recent decades, being fatigued by all kinds of stunningly beautiful garden flowers in the cities, I started to be drawn more and more to wildflowers.
Once I went so far as a half-baked bourgeois to order online a count of 10 thousands hardy wildflowers seeds and spread them on the hills of my backyard. Nothing happened after a few years of enthusiastic expecting.
It was not until one night on a plane flying across the Pacific ocean I accidentally watched a documentary about how that famous garden of Prince Charles’ was made, I finally understood why my wildflower seeds were not answering my calling for duty.
“That wildflower meadow was the HARDEST part of the whole garden.” The chief horticulturists scratched her hair and made such comments towards the camera “‘cause they do not play by the rules.”
With that jurisdiction statement, I finally forgave myself on my lost small fortune invested in the purchasing of the ten thousands of seeds for all kinds of hardy wildflowers.
Wildflowers live their lives as perfectionists with strong attitudes. They would never give in if none of the right amount of moisture, the right amount of water, and the right amount of temperature are met their expected standards. Sometimes they would rather wait for a decade or decades for the perfect combinations of all the conditions to be met.
If you happen to run into one such moment when the wildflowers decide to bloom, you should really pat your own shoulders to call yourself a lucky person to witness it.
It is called super blooms in California.
The first time I ran into this was in Feb of 2016 when we visited the famed Death Valley after a reunion event at LV. It was a little bit early but already such a triumph moment to witness.
After a few trips to visit the California super blooms, I started to realize that how ignorant, how shallow, and how disrespectful I was towards wildflowers when I placed online orders of the seeds and spread them carelessly onto the hills and expecting them to blossom the next spring!
Wildflowers, only when they are pampered meticulously by that blue-blood offspring of the Rothschilds family armed with multiple advanced degrees in plants and horticulture and only when their well-being is financed by one of the most knowledgeable princes on earth, they will be more or less willing to blossom expectedly in each spring.
For common people like myself, we’d better leave the luck to the all mighty Mother Nature.
Up to this moment of I am sitting here writing this piece of essay, the seeds at the hills of my backyard still hide beneath the earth and wait patiently for the perfect moment to bring me the most joy I could only imagine.
