Wednesday, 12 September 2018

Note to Self: You do not have green thumbs but don’t give up.


“The love of gardening is a seed once sown never dies” – Gertrude Jekyll

Dear Self,
“The love of gardening is a seed once sown never dies” – Gertrude Jekyll
Ms. Jeklly was blessed with green thumbs! How else could she have created so many gardens that dot the British landscape? Ms. Jekyll never had the pleasure of meeting you.  For in you she would have found an opposite. You don’t have just brown thumbs; in fact all your fingers are brown!!
The most common plant, money plant is also called the Devil’s vine because it is almost impossible to kill and grows well even without sunlight. Well that plant finally met its match in you. Remember the first time you decided to plant? Your mother suggested the money plant since it was easy to grow and all one would need was water. Recollect how that turned out? Sufficient to say there’s nothing more to write about it here.  Was it over watering or too much sunlight? You really cannot put your (brown) thumb on it, can you? Several other attempts at growing any other plant were also met with a similar fate. You invested in gardening books, soil manure, pesticides but the vegetation just did not get the green!
You had to reluctantly acknowledge that your plans to own an enviable garden were weeded out. You are like the death eater of plants. So you let others do the gardening and sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labor.
But every now and then a seed sows itself in the brain and says you shouldn’t give up. Maybe you should listen to it, plant it and let it sprout!!! Don’t give up!

Wednesday, 5 September 2018

Note of appreciation



This is a note of appreciation for my son, Darsh. The little man who has all of my heart!! He is all of 6 years old, yet sensitive and insightful. He loves to spin little stories and goes to great lengths to convince me that they are real.  Addicted to dinosaurs and dragons, his recent knowledge of one of them being extinct and the other being a fantasy has left him a little heart-broken.
 The last couple of years have been a little tough on the youngster, since both my husband and I were busy and away from home most of the time. Our social commitments were many and there were often occasions where we could not take him along. Although he was never left alone and was always under supervised care, I always felt guilty leaving him behind. He probably felt saddened but he always said good bye with a smile (I think he secretly enjoyed our absence as he wouldn’t have to worry about my constant scrutiny of everything he did). He waited up till we got back home and welcomed us home with a ‘so glad you’re back’ hug! Not once did he throw a tantrum or complain or has had either of his parents called back from a function or a party.
The poor lad also bore the brunt of my irritation and agitation with the rest of the world. And what did he give me in return? Unconditional love. Even if he had just been yelled at before bed time, it was me he wanted to cuddle with before falling asleep. I was always absolved instantly.
Dear Darsh,
This is my gratitude and appreciation for your patience and all the maturity you have shown and continue to show well beyond your age and for the big heart that you have!
PS: For your sake, I do hope dinosaurs (only dinosaurs, no dragons) return, except maybe not that gigantic and ferocious!





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