I love little old ladies. They make me smile.
(I wonder if I’ll love being one as much as I love interacting with them.)
Eyes of wisdom. Hands of work. Voices altered by time. Wisdom galore.
When I drive up to the local Wal-Mart and see vans from local “homes” parked out front, I’m thrilled. Yep, I’ll see plenty of white hair and red lipstick inside. All that wisdom and experience flying around the place, maybe some of it will wear off on me while I’m there.
I never ever miss a chance to chat with “my elders.”
Thirty years ago, I was 18.
Thirty years hence, I’ll be 78. (oh my! is that correct?!)
I’ve never really thought about it like that before. But my 30th high school reunion is coming up. And, quite frankly, it’s got me thinking about a lot of different things.
Like aging and growth. Like making decisions and making mistakes. Like Bruce Springsteen’s “Glory Days” song.
I wonder: what do I know today that I wish I had known when I was in high school?
I wonder: what do you know today that you wish you had known when you were in high school?
I am not ruthless enough to be a good gardener.
If you garden, you know what I mean.
If you don’t? Well, listen up because people don’t talk about this very often. Gardening requires ruthlessness. And a lot of it too.