No competition really

There’s a certain serenity that comes at a certain age that I don’t believe is even possible when one is younger. It’s something that generations hide for themselves. We don’t all get there right away, but it’s not elusive – it’s just waiting for us.

Friend Elaine, following a dialogue about brothers (and other males) defined it:

“I was on the back porch looking for new blooms when 4 count them 4 goldfinch landed on a spidery plant and rode the swaying thin stems like a swing, then one of the male hummingbirds that make my backyard a regular haunt stopped by to feed on the dontknowthename purple flowers they like so much while the baby chipmonk foraged around the plants.

“Screw the men, I have a garden. “

7 responses to “No competition really

  1. Right you are. I used to marvel at the adults who would counsel teenagers “Enjoy these times. They are the best years of your life”. Utter BS. The teen years are frquently horrific and scarring: years spent worrying about what others think of you and what lies ahead. Every year after about 40 the societal angst falls away and contentment is allowed to build.

    At this stage of our lives we are free to do and think what we want, within reason of course. I think THESE are the best years of our lives and as someone dear once told us, we’re “so lucky to have our health”.

    Birthdays make me philosophical, it seems.

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  2. And as to the dissing of men, I was reminded of the joke I read this AM in the Garrison Keillor joke book:

    How many feminists does it take to change a light bulb?
    Ten. One to change the bulb and nine to form a Survivors of the Darkness support group.

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  3. Add it to the great ones:

    An addiction to gardening is not all bad when you consider all the other choices in life. – Cora Lea Bell

    When the world wearies, and society ceases to satisfy, there is always the garden. –
    Minnie Aumonier

    So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. – Veronica A. Shoffstall

    Screw the men, I have a garden! – Moe’s friend Elaine

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  4. Or,
    How many pro-lifers does it take to change a light bulb?

    Six. Two to screw in the bulb and four to testify that it was lit when they began screwing.

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