There’s a pattern to these clusters of buds that before they begin to bloom seems quite purposeful. But they don’t burst forth all at once, their blooming seems almost random. One goes up, another to the side, and still others go toward the ground, but in no particular order. They seem to bloom when they are ready to bloom, but not together. The result is a seeming absence of pattern, though the pattern is obviously there. But step back a few feet or approach the blooming plant from a distance and the disorder seems primary. As if children were taping the blooms to fresh leaves, as children might, wherever they seem necessary.