1-31-21
Almost skipped writing for today because I’m just sort of not feeling it. Some kids ripped up the succulent I had been growing on our stoop for the past 6-8 months and sprinkled its corpse on our welcome mat. I got a little freaked out because I was home alone with Amelia, but when I realized it was kids I just let it go.
I’m not pleased because I truly liked my plant and taking care of it, but I suppose it coincides well with moving. Unfortunately and blessedly it is one less thing to worry about. Worrying, although not the best, is a necessary state of life as it allows us to realize where our fears manifest stronger than elsewhere and gives us an opportunity to work through them.
I do not know if I will talk at length this one. It’s seems unfair to my lost plant friend who did nothing but live and grow. I would just want the kids know that the even that was one moment of one Sunday for them was months of time I had spent on something. It feels callous to simply move on when I had invested myself, but even then I suppose clean breaks are hard to come by.
Here is to you succulent on my doorstep, greeting me each time I meet the day face-to-face. May your ever growing, thick green petals become one with the earth and continue giving. Accept my apologies for never properly naming you. I felt that if I did not get attached losing you to time would be easier, but neither was the case.
Love you plant buddy,
-E.B.
Ed Boy 