It’s unfortunate, but I don’t have a sarcasm detector and take the world very literally/at face value. I therefore spend many of my days feeling like the humorless feminist stereotype. Be nice to people like me, please!
Posts Tagged ‘friends’
What it’s like to not understand sarcasm
In the spring and fall, the climbing rose bushes in our back yard put out bloom after bloom. This year, the cool weather and conscientious watering by John helped make for a bountiful crop. This was notable because I killed at least one bush by trimming it back way too far at the begining of the season.
When the blossoms started to open up too far, we decided to extend our enjoyment of the flowers by picking the best buds and placing them around our house in tiny bud vases. One by one, the roses passed on, first becoming dried red crumples atop brittle branches, and eventually sucumbing to a black, spidery mold that filled the neck of each glass.
That is, except for one special rose. Despite all odds, this little plant keeps hanging on, sending its roots out into the water below and pushing its green stem up towards the light.
I am reminded that, like friendships, most plants require a little more care than this rose, which seems content to sit above my fireplace in a vase.
This week, one of my dearest friends of the last 15ish years is moving far away. Another friend did the same the same this past fall. And yet another is thinking about moving on in the next few months. When things like this happen, it is easy to think that the friendship will be okay on a shelf with the occasional drink of water and a kind word or two. Or that everything will magically come back the same when you see them next season. The reality is that while great friendships aren’t demanding, they do need a little more care than they let on.
I am hoping that my super life-loving rose will stick around for a while as a reminder to tend to and cultivate my relationships both near and far.