A row of these plants surround the building where I go for dialysis appointments. I added a picture of a similar plant in a post on Endless Repetition, and one, perhaps, of this same plant in Where's Waldo? It’s almost inconceivable how many leaves one plant produces. But today something caught my attention. They are blooming, but blooming in a soft, subtle way that calls very little attention to them. I’ve written several times about the enormous wastefulness of flowers, how some hedges go from green to white and then through a lengthy period of shedding and decay. Of course, if that’s what it takes to reproduce, and humans go through very wasteful periods to accomplish almost as much, then so be it. But I have long felt that plants, and by extension humans, could be more subtle about what they do. They could create beautiful flowers and stunning leaves, but mostly leaves. In this case they do exactly that. Leaves by the million in various shades, outlined in white. And every so often, minuscule flowers. It's an interesting time, and as I draw this series to a close, their timing seems perfect. This, I think, is what I meant.