Not too long ago the city sponsored a program to upgrade everyone’s sprinkler systems for free. It was hard not to take advantage of that, but the end result was a system that uses less water, and a month later after this free upgrade most if not all of our flowering plants were dead. Score one for the city.
So Marti has taken to watering by hand and by a moveable sprinkler attached to the hose. I recently bought her a new one. It’s metal so it won’t break down like the plastic one, and it is painted a shiny candy apple red, and red is her favorite color. The satisfaction Marti gets out of toting that sprinkler around the yard and setting it wherever she can (including places it was never intended to be like atop fences or bushes) is worth the price of water. Of course should there be a serious water shortage, she would have to suck it up, but until then, score one for Marti.
I am of the school where less is more. Marti is of the school where more is better. Why does God always do this with marriages? So we all have to learn to give and meet somewhere?
We had a friend in Ohio we met through the Catch who lost a battle with cancer a few years ago, but Marti carries on her memory through the roses in our garden. Kay loved her roses and she and Marti would carry on a long distance relationship over the success and failure of their rose bushes, so Marti always thinks of Kay when she is out there wondering if she is watching her.
It’s such a pleasure watching Marti do this because she is not by nature an outdoorsy person. I used to take more of an issue with this with my less is more perspective, siding more with the city, and making life difficult for Marti with my passive aggressive nature, but lately I’ve backed off preferring to enjoy the unique variety of garden Marti. Score one for Kay.
I swear if Marti wasn’t a businesswoman she would own a corner flower shop. She has a knack for putting a bouquet together like no other. I can bring home cheap grocery store flowers and she turns them into masterpieces.
Life is all about dealing with conflict, and Marti prefers consensus to compromise. Compromise is about everyone giving up something. Consensus is about everyone getting something. It’s all in how you approach it.
English churchman and poet, John Keble, wrote that flowers were ”relics of Eden’s bowers.” In their beauty, they are only leftover glory from what they once were in God’s first garden. I think God rejoices in flowers no matter how much water they take in this fallen world. Score one for God.