what came first ? was it desperation or just an errant metaphysical question in the winter wind ? who knows ? however and without getting too metaphysical the real question is whose bloom and whose garden ? people come to flowers each in their own way. the garden might be a single flower. or just a few flowers. it might be a single pot on the stoop or on a windowsill. or it might be something more. it might be just enough for that person. and that is all that matters.