Grandma Margaret was given a beautiful red begonia in a terracotta pot the shape of an old boot. It was beautiful!
And then the begonia died! Well, these things can’t last forever. Grandma Margaret put the terracotta pot with the dead plant in a corner of her carport.
A grandson visited.
“Grandma, what’s with the clay pot the shape of a boot?”
“I had a beautiful red begonia growing in it, but it died. These things can’t last forever.”
Grandma Margaret’s grandson watered the soil in the terracotta clay pot. The begonia sprouted. It flowered a beautiful red.
“It just needed a bit of water, Grandma.”
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The importance of nurture
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As every gardener knows!
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…………. and so the young shall teach the old………. A lovely story for Easter Bruce 🙂
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Thanks Pauline. And a Happy Easter to you!
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Impermanence, change— so hard for us to get our thoughts around and to allow, even though we know that “things don’t last forever.” And coming back is not the same as never leaving. Thanks for this one, at this time, Bruce.
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Quite by coincidence, but you see what happened to the begonia when it had a drink of water!
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Ye gods and little fishes! I am laughing so hard at that one, I may have to go and get a drink of water myself!
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Let’s hope someone gives grandma a bit of nurturing, nothing lasts forever 🙂
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The grandson probably helped!
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You know, sometimes I read your stories too quickly and I miss the subtlety of what’s going on – like the grandson teaching his grandma about nurturing the plant. Then my mind wanders off wondering why Gran didn’t know to water her plant?Then I think, isn’t it interesting that Bruce put the plant in a boot which leads me to think of the expression “Given the boot.” and I think, did you intend that? Maybe Grandma didn’t want the begonia after all and the grandson messed up her plan. Anyway, another good one that lets the reader engage in all manner of speculation.
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I rather like it when critics of calibre – such as yourself – find a depth in things that I never knew was there! Of course, I intended every nuance!! Life is like a poem – the vaguer one is in life the more some people think you lead a meaningful existence!
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!!!!
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Grandmas do get a lot of givens they don’t really want or like. Maybe she was glad the dang booted thing was dead….then along comes the young whipper-snapper and makes her have to start tending it all over again.
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I had a similar thought!!
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“Life is like a poem – the vaguer one is in life the more some people think you lead a meaningful existence.” That is a marvelous quote. If I was still on Facebook I’d post that and credit you.
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Thanks! I’m delighted to have written something worthy of Facebook – even though it has not made it there!
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It could be what my children call a “meme” and be spread through the blogosphere.
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Meme is the indigenous New Zealand word for having a pee!
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Grandma Margaret doesn’t believe in life support. If you die, you are dead.
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Some things simply hibernate!
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Against their will 😉
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