During the final weeks of April, I always make a point to bike to a house not far from mine. “This is the daffodiliest house,” I often say. It’s true. During this time of year, every part of the yard is filled with daffodils. It’s beautiful.
My daily bike rides frequently take me past this house. The yard is still filled with plants and flowers, but now, in June, they are a different variety. It’s not as though the homeowner uprooted the old plants to make room for new ones. Everything in this yard is perennial. There isn’t room for all of them to bloom at once, but bit by bit, they all get their time. And each will also return.
Our communities are like that, too. We can share leadership, take turns, celebrate each other, and make room for everyone to grow.
— Renee Roederer
Smuggling Grace 