Two things happened to me a little while ago.
One was quite a small thing by usual standards, but it was rather lovely.
The second thing was quite major and upsetting.
I let the major thing dominate my mind.
And it grew …
The same morning, we were diverted from the scene of an accident where a woman died.
And I thought, “You’re 71, you might live to 100, you might not.”
Life can be short, tempus fugit and all that.
So I put the major thing into a box and tucked it at the back of my mind.
(It fitted quite well) and time will resolve it one way or another.
And I let the lovely thing grow instead.
And, you know what, it’s not such a small thing after all.
It continues to bring me pleasure, just like this little orchid.
And the little insect …