White Coneflowers

I have lots of pink coneflowers, a  and this is their year.  The white ones, though, are new.  I didn't plant them, they just appeared.

A couple of years ago a neighbor asked me in the spring for a start of my red coneflowers.  Which I never had, but now I've been wishing for some.  She must have seen them in someone else's garden.

From my reading tonight, this quote from George Bernard Shaw: 

 "You see things and you say, 'Why?'  

But I dream things that never were  

And I say, 'Why not?'?

Isn't that really what art is?  Imagining things that never were and guiding them into being?

And isn't that what some goals are?  Dreaming of changes we'd like to make, and dividing the dreams into steps to make them come true?