Day 16 – On day four, you wrote about losing something. On day thirteen, you then wrote about finding something. Continue our serial challenge, and reflect on the theme of “lost and found” more generally in this post.
I’m sorry. I did it again. I killed another plant.
I didn’t mean to, but I suppose that doesn’t wash anymore. I never ‘mean’ to kill a plant. Yet it happens.
This time it was the basil. I thought I was doing so well. It grew. It was green. It was edible. It even had little flowers growing. When suddenly it fell over – dead.
It was devastating. I had done so well until then.
I have a friend. I think she has a magic garden. Or least she has the envious talent of green thumbs. Things grow for her, and she has a beautiful garden. I love walking through it but I’m always wary that my black thumb is contagious. She hasn’t caught it yet. Thank God.
So, over coffee, I told my green thumbed friend my bitter tale of woe. She told me something astounding.
The basil had gone to seed. It was supposed to die. If I kept caring for the plant I would have little tiny off shoots. The off shoots would become new basil plants.
The clunk you heard…that was my jaw hitting the table. At least I didn’t spill the coffee.
Me, The Black Thumb, had created new seeds? New seeds for new plants?
From the death of one plant, so many more would be given life.
Maybe dead isn’t dead after all. And perhaps I’m not such a Cereal Killer.
Would you like to read the other parts in this series?