“Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower–but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, all in all,
I should know what God and man is.”
Alfred Tennyson
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Maverick Mist 
So beautiful. Does a flower have a soul? With Tennyson telling the story, I could believe it did.
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I agree with Tennyson and you but Henry Ward Beecher once said, “Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.”
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Perhaps the soul is in the bulb, the corm, the rootball. Perhaps the bloom is like the long hair of a beautiful woman, and cutting injures the plant’s soul, not at all.
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