Our interpretation of any subject is based on random or specific research, various opinions, hearsay and happenstance. Context is as important as source and access to information. We decide what is truthful. How much we know really depends on how much we want to know.
The flowers concern themselves with only today. Another night without frost, or the sprinkling of rain, is not a celebration but a reason to do it all over again. With unknown consequences, each day becomes each day; it will anyway. Make the best of it.
We barely have the time to recognize where we are. This is not the time, nor is it the place, to disguise old intentions as long-forgotten mistakes. How can you remember what you were planning when it no longer maters?