While attempting to clean off a layer of gravel on a flower plot in between two parking lots, I was dealing with more than dirt. Every year the snow plow pushes salt, sand and gravel onto this mound of earth and the flowers complain. The tulips had migrated from the center to the edges and the soil was full of grass, and pebbles. The plan was to put in new taller plants, rocket salvia and some deep purple lilies. Scratching around it became clear that that space wasn’t working. Heck. I resented the dawning painful realization that change was required, a do over. Wanting to go back to the known path, the comfort zone was strong. As much as I claim to like change, the effort to bushwhack through the possibilities, dig into different turf and rearrange my expectation was daunting. I could feel that sense of I’m old, I don’t want to change but reality required an adjustment. That’s the point though, isn’t it? Ignorance is willfully resenting what reality requires. All the plants aren’t in yet, but we are heading in the right direction.
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