“Stop and smell the roses” – to take time out of one’s busy schedule to enjoy or appreciate the beauty of life.
I have a problem, I don’t have roses and what I was looking at was not beautiful.
One week ago my wife and I bought some Petunias, a lovely little flower to provide some colour to our otherwise barren garden bed. One year prior I brought my wife a Chihuahua, a lovely little dog to provide the completion to our otherwise dogless family.
Back in the present, it’s Tuesday morning and I’m standing in my pyjamas in our garden. Hose in hand I’m trying to provide the perfect start to our seedlings. Wiping the sleep from my eyes I look down at our Petunias to see little brown treats interspersed between the flowers. It seems our puppy has found the perfect place to do his business.
Now it’s not like this was his favourite spot, this garden bed was often left baron of dog ‘fertiliser’. But now, I’m watering my plants, having to go face-to-face with my dogs ex-dinner.
As I stood there I wasn’t angry, I wasn’t mad, I was curious. Why this garden bed? Why this spot? This was now such a lovely part of our garden, why would he?…..why?
Well….why wouldn’t he? If I have to use a public toilet, which would I choose? A run down cubicle with who knows what surrounding the pan, causing me to prey to a God I don’t believe in for a safe journey.
Or would I choose a sparkly, shiny cubicle which I could eat my dinner off. An attendant ready with a hand towel and some lovely smelling aromas to make the whole experience a ‘lovely’ one.
So good on him, I don’t blame him. Besides it’s my wife’s responsibility to clean up his mess, it seems now it’s my responsibility to water it.
Be First to Comment